Dear self,
I am a worthless piece of trash that has ever graced the land.
I have brought forth nothing but pain and fury. I long wondered why was I to have set foot on earth to bring hate, wrath, sadness, fury, and anger to people I know?
People I always cared about seems to be suffering. Inflict pain! WOUNDS! HAHAH! DESTROY!!!!!!!!!
Every single thing I say and do seems to hurt people in so many ways I’m beginning to feel I am such a piece of fucking shit.
Suddenly it all becomes clear how I am incapable of loving. Maybe, I was born to hate. I was born to hurt, that is why. When I love, I still spread pain. I still am useless.
Maybe I should say goodbye….
Scar! Scar! Slash! Bleed! Fury! Anger! Pain…
I should be rotting in the flames of hell.
My heart keeps screaming to give myself a break.
If you could readily forgive others, why can’t you readily forgive yourself?
As long as people wouldn’t forgive me. I will forever loathe myself.
I will always forgive others.
Never myself.
Not myself.
Especially for everything that I have done

Love,
Myself.