I hurt those around me even though I don’t mean to harm them, it is not my true intent to hurt. I am unhappy and I don’t deserve people who give a s*** about me, and I mindlessly hurt them without meaning to. Maybe I feel I deserve to be alone, and that’s where the anger and lashing stems from. I am ignorant to those I accidentally hurt, I’m not a hateful person but I hate existing. I cannot express myself the way a normal sentience can, and I don’t know why I destroy relationships. I do not deserve compassion or the lot, I deserve loneliness and solitude. I should not be loved, I should not be cared about. I wish people didn’t have to see or hear me speak. I hate my voice, my body is just an unconscious slab. I hope to never wake up. People should not care for me. I am spiteful over no real reason. I am harmful. I never say the right things. I am sorry.
