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I can't do anything rightI'm drowning in my own loathing
I'm stuck
I can't moveThe liquid is thick and it's hardening fastI feel happy sometimes
But then the happiness fades once whatever caused it is done or finished
I only feel empty afterwards
I can't help itThose who say they 'care'
Do you really though
Even if you do
You all have better people to focus your attention onto than someone like me
I'm a waste of spaceI hate this
I hate feeling like this
I hate myselfFuck
Please don't message me asking 'what's wrong' and all that jazz, I'm fine.
I just needed to get this out before I imploded.