since it's so therapeutic to write, i will, and i'll write until my hands fall off.
because no one will hear me out, because i'm to stupid for anyone to listen.
i'm never good enough, i never will be, and i can't be. i'm not perfect, please please try to grasp that. and stop comparing me to the person you wish i was, or the person you want me to be. i know i've typed this over and over, but fuck you. fuck you, fuck him, fuck you, and fuck you. i can't take this constant criticism. i know i'm not perfect, you don't have to point it out. i knowiknowiknowiknow.
punch me harder;and i'll trip your quicker.
- I told him, "I'm a monster"
- Human eyes are so obsessed with clarity. What if truth is a blur?
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stop fucking saying all this bad fucking shit about yourself.
half this shit isn't your fault and you're letting what people say get to you. yeah i suck at pep talks but whatever. i know you're not perfect, but you're not the worst person i've met. far from it. wayyyyyy far from it. when i met you, you were one of the happiest people i've ever met. so carefree and i wanted to be like you. i don't want you to be like anyone else. be yourself and if people can't handle that fuck them. your parents don't know what they have on your hands.
i don't think i helped.
I Love You Kayla
(spelled out just the way you like it)
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