I think people don’t let me try and make them happy for a reason.
Hey shoutout to me for being a fucking shitty worthless person. I don’t deserve to be happy. And I don’t deserve anything. So step all over me like I’m used to. Call me names and take my things. Tell me to kill myself, say I shouldn’t have been born. Because I know it’s true.
I can’t get over the ugliness of the dependence I’m going to be having from now on. My body has failed me. :/