Do you ever feel the need to ask people if they still want you in their lives, because it feels like you are always bothering them or being a burden? Like, how can you even be happy to see me mom? How can you tell me you won't leave, my friend? I think you're all mistaking me for the person I used to be, but who I'm not anymore. Didn't your parents tell you to stay away from bad influences? I mean, look at me. I'm... Broken.
Go away idiots. It's better for everyone of you just leave me. Why not? The only things I can give you are pieces of broken things.
Maybe that's why I want to hurt myself. To prove people how disgusting I am, how ugly, stupid and miserable.
You stupid, worthless attention whore.
Stop this mind.