I hate how selfish I am. That I would convince myself utterly to continue this pathetic charade of a life for their sake. They'd be happier without me. After all, who would be happy with such a loathsome parasite clinging onto them? A parasite who can't even bring himself to change his situation despite all the opportunities thrown at him. Pathetic little shit. Your mother was right. You did turn out to be nothing but a worthless piece of shit. Hurry up and kill yourself. He won't be sad you're gone. The two of you have never actually met after all. It'll be easy for him to move past your death. So hurry up and do it. Go downstairs, take the knife out of the drawer and slide it into your throat. Or even better, slide it between your ribs and into your pathetic little heart. But no, you won't do it will you? You'll just cry and bemoan your sad little life like the child you really are until you fall asleep. And when morning comes, you'll just keep pretending that you have an existence worth living. Worthless trash. I hate you so -blam!-ing much. Why can't you just die already. Just -blam!-ing die. You know they hate you anyway. They all hate you for living. Because you're nothing but a worthless burden. That's all you've ever been your entire life. Nothing but twenty two years of wasted energy. -blam!-ing pathetic.
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Get well soon Or don't, i'm just some fäggot on b.net, not a cop.