mochi_
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- Nov 30, 2020
- 8
I hate myself so much, sometimes I don't know whether I should drink acid and burn myself from inside and out or set myself on fire. I wish someone would flay me by itty bitty pieces, keeping me alive for as long as one can, until I died from shock. I wish someone would run up to me and plunge a knife into my face, stabbing at it until it falls off. Scum of the scum. A bottom dweller. I'm worse than a nobody, wasting oxygen and space that this garbage of a body occupies. A soul has been wasted on me.
She was right. She should have killed me while I was a baby because then no one would have known. I look exactly like her, too. It took me thirty fucking years to get away yet every time I look in the mirror, I see her staring back right at me. She's going to follow me into the grave, or a garbage can, a toilet, wherever this worthless trash might get tossed in. And she will probably spend eternity chasing me around and flapping her fucking lips about what a terrible piece of shit I am. As if I don't know that already.
Being conceived itself was a mistake. Everything. Everything about me has been wrong from the beginning. I'm not cut out for life. I wasn't meant to be here. No amount of good deeds, praying, crying, or begging will EVER undo the damage caused by this pathetic existence. Trash belongs in the garbage, and that's where I should be. I should crawl into a garbage dump and kill myself inside. I'll finally be home.
She was right. She should have killed me while I was a baby because then no one would have known. I look exactly like her, too. It took me thirty fucking years to get away yet every time I look in the mirror, I see her staring back right at me. She's going to follow me into the grave, or a garbage can, a toilet, wherever this worthless trash might get tossed in. And she will probably spend eternity chasing me around and flapping her fucking lips about what a terrible piece of shit I am. As if I don't know that already.
Being conceived itself was a mistake. Everything. Everything about me has been wrong from the beginning. I'm not cut out for life. I wasn't meant to be here. No amount of good deeds, praying, crying, or begging will EVER undo the damage caused by this pathetic existence. Trash belongs in the garbage, and that's where I should be. I should crawl into a garbage dump and kill myself inside. I'll finally be home.
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