I want to kill the world.

To destroy it and raze it to the ground. Till nothing is left except the vacuum memory of its pathetic existence.


I hate myself. Do you know what it feels like to hate everything you are because the love of your life - the one person who could ever make you shoot a gun pointed at your head - feels inferior because of you. When she blames you for everything, when she constantly pushes you away, when she treats you like you're a gnat following her around, always ready to accept her apology because that's just the way I am - a fucking gnat. Pathetic and so 'nice' that I'd forget all about who I am just to make sure she's happy.

What the fuck is the point.

I'm so broken. I'm so fucking hateful. I hate myself so much. I want to die. I'm so fucking useless. I hate the world. I hate everything. I hate my life. Why the fuck am I breathing? Why do I exist? Why is this world so fucking unfair?

Why the fuck am I alive