There's nothing wrong with me. I have experienced no true traumas. This pain is unwarranted. I am mocking others with true misery. I had every opportunity and my failures are my fault.


I was reasonably productive today. I did groceries, made a step forward in my schoolwork, and got ice cream with a friend. Why do I feel so guilty? The more I talk the more I need to shut up. I don't like to listen to myself because its proof of my disgusting personality. I really, really want to self harm right now. That's ugly of me, but I guess I'm an ugly person.

I wish I didn't exist.