I'm sad and I hate myself.
Everything good I try to do ends up bad.
Even when I try to avoid doing anything I somehow manage to fuck up someone's night or day or week or month or year.
I'm just a big fuck up.
I was even a mistake to my birth parents.
I want to die but I couldn't do that.
It'd hurt too many people.
Im a shitty friend.
I'm sad and I hate myself.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Imperfections
Non-FictionI decided to fill a book with my imperfections and the imperfections of those who choose to message them to me (can be anon) That's it. All this book is. Imperfections. I Hope You're Ready.
