A͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ i͓̽ d͓̽o͓̽n͓̽'t͓̽ k͓̽n͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ h͓̽o͓̽w͓̽ t͓̽o͓̽ s͓̽t͓̽o͓̽p͓̽
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Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
no offense but i want every little kid to be safe and have a good childhood
they’ll never understand the disgust i feel towards myself. i despise myself so deeply it makes me want to rip off my skin. i carry so much shame i can feel it burning in my veins and crushing all of my bones. there are no words kind enough or a change big enough to ever make me view myself differently. my entire existence is devoured by self hatred that i wish i could escape from, but after all those years of letting it consume me, i don’t even know who i am without it





