Actually doesn’t hurt like at all. Feels good, haha maybe I’ve broken the chains. Feeling hopeful now, I’ve got a car, I’ve got a phone, I’ve got a job, I’ve got a debit card. I pay for my insurance, I pay for my phone. I’ve got a functioning penis, I don’t do drugs, man I’m like a winner hahaha see ya sucka!

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I’m mad at myself, not you.

I’m mad for always being nice,
always apologizing for things I didn’t do,
for getting attached,
for making you my life,
depending on you,
wasting my time on you,
thinking about you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you,
But most of all, for not hating you, which I know I should…

                                                                                  But I just can’t.