I cannot count the number of details about her I loathe, and I really fucking hate that her blood runs through my veins, I'll always be connected to her, her, the poison, the source of my poison. I wish I was never born. Nihilist Memes make a post that says i did not consent to be in this awful sack of flesh, which is something I think about in my darkest moments. Like now I guess. I hate my life. I hate myself. I hate fucking everything. Why was I born?? I'm not sure if I'm asking her or the universe; doesn't matter. I have endured so much pain, self inflicted for the most part. I would purposely make myself sad/depressed/feel like shit, I'd attack the places I was most weak until I finally collapsed onto the ground.
I hate myself for bringing someone into the world even though I swore I would never do that. The bloodline needed to halt with myself as the endcap. Why do I even bother to make promises. I don't follow through. I set time lines or deadlines compulsively and whatever I say it's sooner or later very rarely at or close to whatever I say. In short I'm a failure I guess. And I guess a tormentor.
Fuck.
I hate myself for bringing someone into the world even though I swore I would never do that. The bloodline needed to halt with myself as the endcap. Why do I even bother to make promises. I don't follow through. I set time lines or deadlines compulsively and whatever I say it's sooner or later very rarely at or close to whatever I say. In short I'm a failure I guess. And I guess a tormentor.
Fuck.