Miss Me
- LECTURES 52
- Votes 3
- Chapitres 1
Terminé dim., mai 8, 20168m
"Do it," I thought to myself as I stared in the mirror with hate. "Just do it. Get it over with. You're worthless. No one will miss you. You're weak and stupid. You don't deserve to be in this world. You mess everything up. You are nothing. You're used and dirty. You skank, you're worthless. You have no values. You're dirty. NO ONE WILL MISS YOU. DO IT."
Kaley Hernz thought the world was against her. Everywhere she turned, she saw people not friends. She was done with life, done with not being cared for. She wouldn't be missed if she died, so why not kill herself?
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