I hate it. I hate existing. I hate breathing. I hate to be in pain but I hate when I'm not in pain. I hate being hungry, I hate being ugly. I hate not sleeping, I hate thinking but I hate not thinking things through. I hate it. Everything.
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I can't carry this anymore
VéletlenLetters from me to me going deeper and deeper into depression. Mentions of selfharm and maybe suicide later on. If you're hurting and don't want to feel alone, this might be for you. I just want to get it out a little. Cover not mine
