I don't even know who I am to anyone, including myself.
I probably should take my own advice but.
It's hard.
I shall die presently.
I've felt so hateful today.
Felt like slapping your face and ripping your hair out and disfiguring you.
That's a really horrid thought, and it embarrasses me to even want to hate you.
{Yes, for no reason.}
I am a horrid girl, there's no denial.
I am simply detestable.
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My problem is, I have no trouble at all talking bad about others and feeling a feeling of great dislike for them but the guilt always comes.
It always comes.
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