I don't want you to love me. I don't want anyone to love me. That way, I don't have to please anyone. Because I'm a fucking failure. You don't want anything to do with me. Trust me. I'm not who I seem. I'm worse. I'm sicker. I'm more disturbed than you can imagine. You can't save me. I'm past recovery, I AM the downward spiral, the addiction, the perversion. You. Don't. Want. Me.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Hate me.
Yes, hate me. Don't love me. That would be a mistake. You don't know who I am. I am a sickness. A cancer. I would eat you alive, from the inside out. You don't want that. Trust me. Don't try to romanticize it, either. It would only hurt worse. Because I will hurt you. That's what I do.
I don't want you to love me. I don't want anyone to love me. That way, I don't have to please anyone. Because I'm a fucking failure. You don't want anything to do with me. Trust me. I'm not who I seem. I'm worse. I'm sicker. I'm more disturbed than you can imagine. You can't save me. I'm past recovery, I AM the downward spiral, the addiction, the perversion. You. Don't. Want. Me.
Save me.
I don't want you to love me. I don't want anyone to love me. That way, I don't have to please anyone. Because I'm a fucking failure. You don't want anything to do with me. Trust me. I'm not who I seem. I'm worse. I'm sicker. I'm more disturbed than you can imagine. You can't save me. I'm past recovery, I AM the downward spiral, the addiction, the perversion. You. Don't. Want. Me.
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