I do hate myself
I wonder how I am still alive,
Of course im only partly alive
I have horrible health, and there is ALWAYS something wrong with me
First I get muscular skeletal problems, OK I was just fine with that,
Excrutiation pain and all that whenever I did anything straining, But I was fine with just that,
But nooooooo I had to not be able to have kids, And have pms that lasts 2 and a half weeks, OH MY FUCKING GODS PEOPLE!
I have been cordially invited to my own PITY PARTY WHOOOOOOOO JOKES ON ME PEOPLE!
Its not like anyone fucking cares, Even though people CLAIM too.
NO ONE HERE GIVES A FLYING RATS ASS ABOUT HOW I FEEL!
That makes me so incredibly "happy"
So when im forced to work and feel like a slave to my own fucking family while they are sitting on their fat asses playing games and watching tv, Im upstairs doing all the work. YAY!
And when I cry, and beat myself up, and curse myself, cause yeah, I fucking hate myself that much lately, I can rest assured that I AM COMPLETELY ALONE.
People tell me how good I am and how great I am and bla bla bla feed me bullshit people thanks,
Question, If im so great why am I always ALONE?!
Or I always get left behind in the dust, and just a friend!
OH MY GOD, JUST A FRIEND. Thanks.
And I dont want to fucking hear "You can be loved, I love you" just fucking drop that, Seriously.
I think im done for the moment, Now me and Misery are going to have a nice long talk.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Self Hatred.
By GraveLove at 11:41 PM
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when you get tired from the echoes of misery, you can talk to delirium too, i'm far, but still i'm here if you need me
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