I hate you.
I hate you so much that whenever I am feeling like there's nothing left for me here I think of how you would feel if I was gone.
I would always start to feel guilty so I would try and calm myself down. It used to work.
But now, i'm not even sure you'd bat an eye.
You don't love me. No one loves me. I'm worthless. I am an idiot. I am fat. No one, not even my own mom could love me.