I feel dead. Broken. Empty. And full of hate.
I hate my job. I hate my work-hours. I hate that I want to keep it. I hate that I might get fired. I hate that I don't have an education. I hate that I want an education. I hate my parents. I hate this apartment. I hate this city. I hate my life. I hate feeling like a whore. I hate the guy who made me feel this way. I hate having feelings for a man. I hate men. I hate women. I hate people. I hate myself. I hate having anxiety attacks. I hate being dead. I hate being broken. I hate being empty. I hate the fact that I can't sleep. I hate that I want more. I hate that I can't be happy here. I just hate, hate, hate...
No wonder people get bored with me...
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