Monday, March 08, 2010
257. @ 11:53 pm
But I'm not fine with it, can't you tell?
I hate myself to the core, don't you realise?
I have extremely low self-esteem, so much so that my ego can only be hidden from everybody else but myself, have you figured it out?
I meant it when I told you to stop being my friend, do you understand?
I want to vanish and never come back but that'll be one big selfish act which I'll never be able to forgive myself for. Sometimes I have suicidal thoughts but I know I'll never dare to commit them. I am wise enough to remind myself that if I really do, Jesus would have died in vain. I know he didn't and that's precisely why I'm still alive today.
You should get used to the fact that when I stop making sense I am probably worn out, fatigued and angry with myself for consuming too many biscuits.