to demonstrate how I feel at this moment in time. I could describe in intricate detail how I so suddenly thought a quick swipe would take the pain away - which it did, by the way. Or I could discuss how everything I once struggled so arduously for, has collapsed around me in pieces. Or I could discuss how much of a monster I am, or how terrible a person I cracked up to be. Or I could discuss how I utterly useless a girlfriend, I am, or how I so resemble a parasite, selfish and sucking the life out of everything I touch... but these words summarise it all:
I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF. I HATE MYSELF.
Good.
Now study.
It's the only thing you're good at.
Or, used to be good at.
It's not like you excel at ANYTHING anymore.
You're so inadequate. You can't even love someone appropriately.
You don't deserve it.
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