I hate myself. Not my physical being. But me. I hate when Im speak up to other human being or told any of my story. At the end of the day I’ll regret. I don’t know why.
I’ll start to regret this confession.
I hate myself. Not my physical being. But me. I hate when Im speak up to other human being or told any of my story. At the end of the day I’ll regret. I don’t know why.
I’ll start to regret this confession.
