I see you snickering and I hate myself for it because I know what I did was wrong and I hope you have tighter lips than me
but I know you don't and I feel humiliation wash over me in waves and all I really want to do is die
I am paranoia in its purest form
I cannot put the idea of you laughing at me out of my mind for a second because I am paranoia and self hatred
I am envy and upset and bitter and alone and I make
tears.
