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Oh God.
Remember when life was easy? I don't. I truly don't. Since I can remember, life has never been easy. And I really wish it were, or i wish it will be.
I hate my chest (no not my skin). I hate my heart. It stops and speeds and drops to my stomach and then jumps up to my throat like crazy roller coaster. It really does make me want to purge, sometimes I do. Fuck anxiety.
I hate work because i make money. And there is no reason needed for utterly hating money.
The one thing I hate the most, is being alone in my "apartment", watching real world, drinking myself full of "Cuba Libre" s, and hating myself.
I hate hating myself. I hate being a nice person. I hate being emotional. I hate wanting things. I hate wanting to be happy. I hate hate.
But now, if you ever wondered why people call me emo, you know.
Remember when life was easy? I don't. I truly don't. Since I can remember, life has never been easy. And I really wish it were, or i wish it will be.
I hate my chest (no not my skin). I hate my heart. It stops and speeds and drops to my stomach and then jumps up to my throat like crazy roller coaster. It really does make me want to purge, sometimes I do. Fuck anxiety.
I hate work because i make money. And there is no reason needed for utterly hating money.
The one thing I hate the most, is being alone in my "apartment", watching real world, drinking myself full of "Cuba Libre" s, and hating myself.
I hate hating myself. I hate being a nice person. I hate being emotional. I hate wanting things. I hate wanting to be happy. I hate hate.
But now, if you ever wondered why people call me emo, you know.