No one got hurt.
No one knows except me.
If anyone ever asks I cannot tell them the truth.
I will have to die knowing that no one will know how much of a loser I am unless I tell the truth.
Which is scary. Thank goodness.
I am a shitty person and share no guilt.
This person once told me that I shouldn’t call myself a piece a shit because the situation that makes me feel like that has passed and I can learn from that.They told me “that I’m not a piece of shit.”
The only way I could fix this is… I don’t know by taking my life.
I didn’t want to live as piece of shit anymore.
I flushed it.
The end was in my hands and I was ready.
Until the sound of laughter came.
Well, I’m here now, a piece of shit person at your service.
It harder some days than others.
Today really seemed like the day.
Every bad day seems like the day, that I don’t even like to be up during the day.
I’m okay now.
Three years later and I still cannot say that I am over this.
At least I still don’t feel like this.
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