I hate this world. The most amazing people hate themselves, and the worst love themselves. I read the authors note on thunderstorms, and I want to believe it's all a nightmare, but I know it's not. You never deserve to think lowly of yourself, and you never deserve to be treated like that. I can beg you to stay and tell you it gets better, but I would be a hypocrite. I can't tell you to stay when all I want to do is leave as well. All I can say, is find something that you appreciate. Find something that you love so much and when you do, don't ever let go of it, because it's hard to find those things. This is the only reason I'm sticking around, because I'm trying to find that one thing. I hope you take my advice and give it a little more, even when you think you're broken.
If you give up, know that it's okay. And I hope that you will finally have the happiness you deserve, whatever that is. I'm not really religious, but hey, maybe it's heaven, reincarnation, or maybe it's just not having to live anymore.
Either way, hopefully you will get what you deserve, instead of the sh*t you got. I'm sorry that you ever had to experience this feeling.
I hope I'll be able to talk to you, and I hope that you won't be gone by the end of the month. But if not, so long, and I wish the best for you.
You're strong, I don't care what you or anyone says.