I've done it. Again. I've done it again. Like the toxic piece of trash that I am, I hurt another person again. Yes, this might be my anxiety speaking but I know it wouldn't be screaming if I didn't do anything that would make me feel guilty otherwise, I am. Guilty. I'm not sure what I did wrong exactly. No. I know exactly what I did. I know it had something to do with my words. My shitty replies, my dry tone, my nonchalant gaze, my bitchy attitude that makes everyone hate me and get tired of me in the long run. I know that. Yet, I refuse to change. Like the crappy mundane that I am, I refuse over and over to make myself better and like the crappy mundane that I am, I regret over and over and over again. I regret not trying. At the same time, I don't regret not trying. See, I am a catastrophe and not even I can understand me. They were all right for leaving. They had every right to. I deserve crawling back into my cloud of misery and melancholy that I refuse getting out of. I brought this storm upon myself and frankly, rainbows aren't going to cut it.
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Word Vomit
Randoma collection/compilation of short stories, rants, prose, and poetry. Disclaimer! All the pictures r not mine but from Pinterest so ctto.
