The worst feeling in the world
is when you realize you’re ‘happy’, but still consider killing yourself on a daily basis. I love you, it’s just I hate myself more than anyone or anything on this earth. How do you deal with me? I’m a fat bipolar fuck, why bother trying to save me when I was lost to begin with?
I’m nothing special, don’t worry.
Why can’t I just be accepted for who I am, just fucking once?
You people invite me out, and judge me constantly, and I hate it.
You wonder why I act like I’m horribly depressed? Because I am!!!!
Either you’re just blind, or you just don’t care; either way - Leave me alone.
You don’t like me? Good, cause I don’t like me either.
Why can’t I just stop while I’m ahead? I always have to ruin everything, but I guess that’s all I am; a hopeful night full of ruined dreams.
