when i was 8 i didn’t have my desk entirely clean at school so my own mother beat me up. i was 8. after i was screaming “where’s the knife i want to end it all”. god i wish i was a good person. i wish i wasn’t so traumatized and had healthy ways to cope and i wish i had somebody who cared about me. it’s too late now though, i might as well end everything. i wish i was dead.