He told me
He misses me
And then
I said goodbye

I'm not here for wet marks on pillows
I'm not here for a smoky room
I'm not here for staying up until 2:30 am every ******* night
I'm not here for all of this
I don't want to be here
For all of this

I hate myself.
I wish I wasn't so clumsy
I wish I didn't make a fool of myself
I wish I could always be happy
I wish I had a reason for all of this
I wish I could find someone worth while
I wish I could be someone worth while
I wish I didn't have my stomach or my feet or my legs or my hands or myself
I hate myself.

I'm sitting
And I'm thinking
And I want
To stop.

I'm so ******* tired of being sorry.
It's the past
I thought I was helping.

Guess I thought wrong.

This is one of the many reasons
  reasons why I think that I do nothing right.

Didn't think wrong this time

*Bye
Love you.

Things are very
Complicated.
I honestly don't know how
To function
To feel

I know that I do wrong,
And that I can hurt you
So easily

And
I don't think I care

Not anymore

Not like I used to.

Thank you.

All I can say
        have the power to say
        know I'm not wrong about
        think
        do
Described with the phrase
I'm sorry.
     ^ so, so, so, very