
#38: I Hate This
It's just been three fucking days of almost straight heartache, and I hate it.
I want it to end...
It hurts...
It's always around 11:30 AM-ish when it hits, and I FUCKING HATE IT
I'm sorry for complaining, I really am, but if I keep quiet it just gnaws away at my mind, and I don't like it.
I want it to stop... please, God, make it stop...
I... I hate to say it, but... I almost just want to hurt myself mentally so I don't focus on the ache anymore.
Throw an insult at me
Or maybe just something nasty
...Please?
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