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Published: Oct 9, 2011

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                                                                                I hate myself for everything.
I hate myself for wanting to cut.
I hate myself for stopping.
I hate myself for never being enough,
Never pretty enough,
Never skinny enough,
Never smart enough,
Never nice enough,
Never clever enough,
Never happy enough.
I hate myself because I can't have fun anymore.
I hate myself because my self image has become so bad,
All I want to do is hurt myself.
                                                                                I hate everything about me,
my hair,
my eyes,
my smile,
my teeth,
my body,
my personality.
I am a shell.
My friends don't notice,
my downward spiral,
my self destruction,
my slow path toward death.
How could they?
We have no classes together,
We never see each other.
I guess,
I really am,
going to die alone,
and depressed.
The scary thing is,
                                                                                  I want to die.

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LilyTurnedBlack

Oct 14, 2011

I love that piece, I just love it... And you know what? I hate myself, more than anything else. I love people around me, but hate myself deeply and passionately. But... I never hated you, as you hate yourself. I send you my warm hugs dear

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