depression anger resentment
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Dear "family" FUCK YOU!
yeah, that's right.... I swore
you never accepted me, why should i be nice?
you say the ink on my arm, and metal protruding from my face is reason for abandoment.
Dear "family" FUCK YOU!
yeah, that's right.... I swore
you never accepted me, why should i be nice?
you say the ink on my arm, and metal protruding from my face is reason for abandoment.
I crave your love
But I hate when you look at me.
I hate the resentment I see in your eyes,
and I hate the pity that lies underneath it.
You didn't want me,
“it gets better” repeated like a mantra
repeated so often that the words lose their meaning and become nothing more than a random sequence of sounds as i sit here and drink until i am fuzzy
