There are moments in which I hate myself so much that I can’t help but badly desire to get beaten up to a pulp.
I want to hit myself and I want to be hit. I deserve it for being so worthless, pitiful and envious.
There are moments in which I hate myself so much that I can’t help but badly desire to get beaten up to a pulp.
I want to hit myself and I want to be hit. I deserve it for being so worthless, pitiful and envious.