Ready to die, Motherfuckers. I am ready to slash my wrists up and make my flesh into confetti. I won’t, it will destroy my mother. But..I’m so ready for this s***. No one truly cares and no one truly has ever cared about me. I was just getting into s*** with a crisis counselor and even they were like “ummm, I know you just described being raped multiple times and abused your entire life, but like, I gottta help others. Someone probably has a break up to attend to, oh noes!” F*** you. They didn’t actually say that verbatim, but I was telling them that I have been abused my entire life and they basically said, “so, are you ok, now?” and pressured me into stopping talking. I hate everyone, please, kill me. I am worthless to the world. People just value me for my kindness and looks. I’ve even had someone tell me it’s my fault I’m raped, because I’m so pretty. Hahaha, I f****** hate humans, I am definitely going to slash my body up. Not dead, though, nooo. Can’t hurt mom. Even though I’ve been hurt my entire life, can’t hurt someone else. I hate people. I hate peopke. I hate peopke. I hate peopke, people. F****** garbage species. Wipe it off the face of the planet. TIME TO MAKE EVERYTGING RED! Let the blood spill. It doesn’t help, but everyone hates me so why not hate me. Everyone hurts me, so why not hurt me. I am concerned about people who read this. Worried they might be influenced. Don’t hurt yourself. You are worth something.im not. I’m f****** garbage. I deserve to burn . That’s how people treat me. I’m garbage. I’m nothing. I’m just a body to use., I’m worried about influencing others. That’s the only thing I care about. Others. I could be on fire and someone could stub their toe and id prioritize them. I should hire a hit man to Murder me. I hope my mom is gone soon so I can kill myself
