I fucking hate myself. I wish I was dead. I'm undeserving of love. And yet despite my previous attempts at my life, I still live. I'm not sure if this is a cruel joke, or if death isn't possible for me. If I have to burn myself alive, or drown myself in my own blood, so be it. I want out of this shitty life. I want out of this world. I hate it here. I hate it here. I hate it here. I hate it here. I fucking hate being here.
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