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Apr 2014 · 412
theory
ok Apr 2014
I think I figured out why I hate myself so much.
When people don't know about something or someone they fear it and when people fear things then that fear springs hatred.
I think since I don't know exactly who I am or what I'm made of then I fear myself then hate myself.
Idk I wrote this down right before I fell asleep last night
ok Apr 2014
You called me adorable
I feel happy now
I just want to grab the word and hug it
You called me adorable
What's it called that feeling where it's like fuzzy firework sparks butterflies haha I don't know
Mar 2014 · 734
Mind reader
ok Mar 2014
If you could see my thoughts
You would see images of me stabbing myself,
Repeatedly
Idk violent thoughts I guess
Mar 2014 · 411
Untitled
ok Mar 2014
The sun rose today
There is hope still left
It's a new day
There's hope for everyone, everywhere
Someone, somewhere
What I think on the bus to school, helps you be positive over a new day
Mar 2014 · 1.0k
Untitled
ok Mar 2014
Stop bragging to your friends

You didn't win anything

I just hate myself more
Mar 2014 · 584
High school
ok Mar 2014
You might think you're putting your kids somewhere safe,
But you're entirely wrong,
Or maybe I'm not strong

High school supports **** culture without even knowing it.
ok Mar 2014
I hate how I let the way you objectify me control the way I think about myself
I no longer feel worth
I feel scared all the time
You made me like this

I was a kid
How could you do such a thing
It's a sick world
I let the past control me

I lost control a long time ago
I can't stand up for myself
I'm not an object
I'm human, why don't I get treated like one

You made me cry
You made me hate myself
I'm in a prison because of you
I want to drown
High school *****.
Mar 2014 · 758
I hate you
ok Mar 2014
I hate you
Your *****, filthy hands
I hate you
I want to see you buried under six feet
I hate you
Don't ever touch me again
I hate you
You're sick and perverted
I hate you
You have a messed up mind
I hate you
*******.
Don't be a disrespectful perverted ****. Respect women and their bodies.
Mar 2014 · 408
My loud heart
ok Mar 2014
I feel guilty. All the time, for everything. I don't know how to be normal. I think I feel too much. My heart beat has gotten louder and I hear it even in a loud room. It scares me because I don't know what I feel for. Or who I feel for. I didn't know sad people could feel so much. I mostly thought I was alone. Empty. But with such a strong heart then there must be something else, I think. If it's so loud, if it's so strong why am I so vulnerable but not only vulnerable but prone to pain. Shouldn't I be able to withstand myself and pain. I become sad. I confuse myself and contradict myself and then I feel stupid. I don't want to feel stupid I want to be smart. Not a fool, then I begin to worry. What can a fool with such a loud heart do. Nothing. A fool, one as vulnerable as me can be tricked so easily. It's quite embarassing. I'm embarrassed of myself and who I am. It shouldn't be like this. Why can't I be as confident in myself as other people. They know who they are. They know what they want to do. They are making changes in this world and going places. And me? I'm here talking like a fool about having a big, loud beating heart.

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