I must be a horrible person if my closest friends assume I’m being a total fucking bitch any time I open my fucking mouth.
Why do I bother having friends? The only friends that like me are the ones that barely hang out or talk to me.
I fucking hate myself. I’m tired of crying. I can’t believe he can make me cry so fucking much still.
I don’t see the point in my stupid fucking life. I’m not doing anyone any good. I’m just there for strangers to spit on and relatives to talk shit on and anyone else just ends up hating me anyway.
