I hope you know that i hate you. I loathe you. I despise you. You bring out the absolute worst in me. You're toxic, and just seeing you makes me want to ***** or to run and hide in fear. I hate you. Just hearing your name makes me pity you because I always pity those who need others to make themselves feel good. I hate you. I hate your need for attention, and I wish you'd just die because we all know you want to. I love hearing about your pain, your losses, and i'm glad i've contributed to them. You're such a monster, and i hate you. So pathetic, so weak, and i hate you. You're all of my hate and all of my anxiety and all my stress and all my good memories i've had to let go of. Yes, i'm talking to you. I hate you. Sincerely, Yourself
letter i wrote to myself. just now. i just really don't see the need to keep going because all i do is hurt people, even though some protest that it's ok. it's not. please don't contact me off of fear this poem exerts. i'm not up to talking just now unless you're in a specific cavity of people. thanks.
update: life has its' moments. that one was a tough one. thank you to all who were there with me through that one. I love you.