I hate myself I hate my life What did I do wrong? -the problem is I can answer that Well to a degree anyway I traced on my old account I regret it, apologied multiple times But still all I get is hate, uncirtantie Being accused of multi-accounting (falsely) is dammeging But I wasn’t the one being accused Not really. My friends sister was But I think the person thought it was me I have my flaws, my mistakes but so does everybody What is theirs? Accusing people falsely I’d say But who am I to judge? I am nobody Not really Everyone is chatting, laughing, having fun But never me. I am a third wheel, unwanted and unused All I did was make fanart What does that do? Apparently it means I am multi-accounting Why. Why. Why Maybe you hate yourself as much as me Maybe it made you feel good Maybe it was a grudge, one you said you had gotten over long ago But you won’t exactly tell me will you? No. Instead two people were cut, sliced in half like a pesky fly, or maybe an overripe banana I feel like no matter how hard I try, how many times I apologize, it won’t matter. If I gave my life for you you wouldn’t shed a tear. But who would be there left to care anyway And that leads me on to my irl part of the rant My mum is dying, living in a hospital bed, every breath wheezing, struggling to fight through her cancer. She has stage 4 now When she dies all I have left is a sister and a dad. Sure two people but you? You have a mum, a life I was depressed at age ten I got better stopped taking medication ADHD is already enough for me But it is back My friend is now more of my mum’s daughter then me Have you read ‘California diaries’ (a bayberry sitters club special) when you were younger Picture Sunny and boom Me What did I do? But now is there really an answer Adding more but it’s late and I need to get this out
