It is not ok for me to use words. My words aren’t good enough. I’m not good enough. I should keep my pain to myself and not ever tell anyone how I feel. My thoughts and feelings have no value I should always be punished for my mistakes and should punish myself every day, every minute ... until the end of Fuzzybear It’s not ok for me to say that I wish the end of Fuzzybear would be soon. I’m too much of a coward to end Fuzzybear, too much of a coward to delete Fuzzybear. Maybe one day I’ll be braver. Then this world would be so much better without me. I have no redeeming qualities. I have no gifts, no talents, I’m just empty blackness. a life time in prison in solitary confinement would not be as harsh a punishment as I deserve. I’m a mistake and I’ve always been a mistake

(I can’t take meds, I can’t have pets and I’m a horrible toxic worthless person who Should never speak. Ever