Rejection has an interesting place in the human mind. Close enough to remember how it feels, lest we forget how important it is avoid for our self esteem via our ego’s sake. Stomaching a nice big helping takes years of being torn apart to tolerate. It still hurts. Realizing your just the biggest waist of time isn’t easy to hear. But it isn’t far from the truth. Your as big a peice of shit as you’ve been told all along. To have thought any different was wishful thinking. Your just a fucking idiot. That doesn’t know anything and should just fucking kill myself because that’s all I make the people around me want to do. I’m expected to accept that I’m the entire problem and be there sympathetically. Why not just fucking kill myself if I’m the problem il just remove it. As I watch the love of my life just throw everything iv made up until this point around the room like it took no effort to get at all. Well fuck it, if I’m not gonna bother living through the night who gives a fuck what’s left of my shit. I havnt talked to my family since my birthday, more my fault than anyone’s again. Not that I’d have anything to say even if I did talk to them. I have nothing in common with them it’s hard to hold a conversation that’s more than talk about the weather. So I just classicly make everything worse so I’m done trying for anyone’s sake anymore. I hate myself as much as you do already bitch. You make me want to die in front of you just to make a point. A physical reference point instantly created in your mind displaying the true and actual nature of the demon that hides just beneath the surface. The never ending black pit of putrid ugly spoiled anger resentment and hatred bubbling over the edge of my eyes like the tears that I should have cried years ago. But held back and used them to fuel my hatred to the point of being completely consumed. There’s no room for anything else left apparantly, so your rejection can go fuck itself iv been feeling worse than you could ever make me feel already, give me one more reason and on my fathers grave il be fucking dead by morming. im done feeling guilt and im over feeling lonely. im by no means perfect but walking on eggshells isnt as easy as it sounds. blame whatever you want, your just angry and

sincerely
Datura wyrmwould

to all those whome it may concern

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wyrmwould

Fucking wombat flavored n this is my ecce homo. I gotta tell someone it's killing me

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