that my mother truly hates me. she secretly wishes i was dead.
maybe i should get hit by a car; so hard, that i won't live from the damage.
and then she won't have anyone to yell at for being a fuck up and the biggest disappointment in her life.
and then i wont have to worry about college anymore.
and she can be alone. all alone.
just like me, and the way i am with my depression.
maybe i should get hit by a car; so hard, that i won't live from the damage.
and then she won't have anyone to yell at for being a fuck up and the biggest disappointment in her life.
and then i wont have to worry about college anymore.
and she can be alone. all alone.
just like me, and the way i am with my depression.
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