Venting my fucking shit. So dont read.

I really need to vent. So if you’re going to read this and be a judgemental cunt, you can go ahead an just scroll that fucking page down.

So you find someone you love. And then they just love you back. That’s how I was hoping it would be like. But alas, my luck isn’t any better than it’s ever fucking been. The girl that I wish would just wake up and realize that while I’m a fucking idiot, I’m not going to have a goddamn honeymoon cycle. But maybe i don’t deserve a woman to love. maybe my life is this way because I’m just a naturally disgusting piece of shit. Perhaps I barely deserve the skin on my own fucking back. I had to go to a fucking mental health facility just to get a slim understanding of why I’m not a complete shithole. So how could anyone else figure it out unless they had a fucking guide on how to love me? I guess I don’t blame anyone for wanting to just be rid of me. I wish I were dead, and it’s a surprise that no one else is as open as I know they wish I were. Just fuck it. If you’ve read up until now, then I thank you for even caring. Though I know you only did it to look at the interesting dirty laundry rather than minding your own and not caring. Whatever. Fuck me, the Prozac isn’t shit.

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