I hate myself
I feel like I'm annoying... just a little fly wondering around for hours about to be hit one of these times. I don't feel like I'm really here or existing, just gone from the whole world, alone... drawing isn't helping anymore, the house is too quiet even with the tv on... can't go outside cause it's been raining and I'll just feel more alone. No one's out there, I don't have people to walk with.
Today I just... wish it all just, ended...
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