I hate myself.

[deadfreak007]

I shouldn'd be allowed to have friends. I shouldn't talk to anyone. Why should I be aloud to have good things if all I do is fuck them up. I'd love to just kill myself. I just can't though. What if I don't end up dieing and I have to get treatment and shit like that. I'll never be left alone. I don't even know if I want to die. I'm afriad my life might some how get better, so I shouldn't throw it all away. It hasn't gotten better though. So maybe I'm just wasting my time and other people's time living. Make there life easier, you know. I have offically gone insane. I did when I decided to bring my small lttle pocket knife to church. Wasn't going to use it. I had just to make me feel better. To tell myself it was ok to be mad. To let myself remember not to forgive him so easily. That was a bad idea. Like it says, everything comes back to you 3 times.
Feelings are just ways for people to hurt you. They mean nothing. They have no importance in life. Specially mine.
I am pshyco.
Maybe that's why everyone hates me.