Ugly.
Thoughts, appearance, energy, all of it. Ugly.
Hideous. Blended misinterpretations and uncertainties, insecurities = a mean nasty concoction of deep depression and a yearning to escape the endless pain.
The positive aspects were wiped away and the only thing left was a need to end this excruciating feeling of torture, mindless torture of worthlessness and difficulty and burden you’ve associated yourself with.
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It’s comparable to set tar these words can’t be removed. They were forged with numerous actions and it was kept silent until it couldn’t and when the damn of silence broke you were seen as difficult.
Ugly. Rubbish. Insanity.
Death.
You’ve been waiting for it. There’s no more internal driving force to look forward to the future. A future isn’t in the plans. You pray it doesn’t exist anymore.
