you’re fat. you’re so fucking fat. flabby, all over the place. you may not have a small bone structure, but you could at least try to not be so huge. fat fat fat fat bitch. tub of lard.
you’re not nice. you don’t give a shit about any one. whenever someone wants your help you barely try, you just spew off some bullshit halfheartedly. you won’t give the effort.
you’re selfish. you only care about yourself. remember that conversation the other day? mom: “you only care about yourself. you don’t give a shit about any one else.” me: “I love you.’ mom: “no you don’t. you don’t love anybody.” remember that? you’re so selfish that even your own mother can see that in you. selfish bitch. if you really cared about anyone else, you’d try. you’d be over this by now. you’d fit yourself in the perfect box and do everything that’s wanted of you.
you’re a slut. a horny fucking whore. hips and boobs and waist, slut body. fuck, you’re awful.
you’re a liar. you manipulate people into whatever you want them to do. you lie lie lie lie just to save your own ass.
you’re ugly. I don’t know how anyone could ever see anything pleasant in your features. ever. they’re wrong. they’re bad. it’s not ‘distorted view’, it’s the truth. whenever someone says you’re beautiful, they’re lying. pitying you.
you’re a monster. not even human. so wrong and twisted. I’m surprised you bleed red. something so awful should bleed black when cut.
you are worthless. nothing about you is worth saving. nothing is you is good or light or pleasant. you have no value. you’re dirt. lower than anything else.
you’re stupid and clumsy.
your voice is the most fucking annoying thing ever. it’s just awjeahejhakenjaewa. your laugh makes me want to puke.
do the world a favour and go fucking die already. look at you. you’re a mess. you’re a stupid, pathetic, whiny mess.
it’s not like you’ll ever try to correct it, either. you’ll just whine whine whine about how much you hate yourself. waaaa waaa, I cut myself. waa waa, I’m so tortured, even though it’s all my own fault. grow the fuck up you attention seeking slut. seriously, some people have real problems and you just hack yourself up and cry over it. go throw up, fucking bulimic. or better yet, finally starve yourself correctly. for more than three weeks before you go binge and puke. starve until you’re nothing. just fucking die already. die die die die die die die die die
you’re not nice. you don’t give a shit about any one. whenever someone wants your help you barely try, you just spew off some bullshit halfheartedly. you won’t give the effort.
you’re selfish. you only care about yourself. remember that conversation the other day? mom: “you only care about yourself. you don’t give a shit about any one else.” me: “I love you.’ mom: “no you don’t. you don’t love anybody.” remember that? you’re so selfish that even your own mother can see that in you. selfish bitch. if you really cared about anyone else, you’d try. you’d be over this by now. you’d fit yourself in the perfect box and do everything that’s wanted of you.
you’re a slut. a horny fucking whore. hips and boobs and waist, slut body. fuck, you’re awful.
you’re a liar. you manipulate people into whatever you want them to do. you lie lie lie lie just to save your own ass.
you’re ugly. I don’t know how anyone could ever see anything pleasant in your features. ever. they’re wrong. they’re bad. it’s not ‘distorted view’, it’s the truth. whenever someone says you’re beautiful, they’re lying. pitying you.
you’re a monster. not even human. so wrong and twisted. I’m surprised you bleed red. something so awful should bleed black when cut.
you are worthless. nothing about you is worth saving. nothing is you is good or light or pleasant. you have no value. you’re dirt. lower than anything else.
you’re stupid and clumsy.
your voice is the most fucking annoying thing ever. it’s just awjeahejhakenjaewa. your laugh makes me want to puke.
do the world a favour and go fucking die already. look at you. you’re a mess. you’re a stupid, pathetic, whiny mess.
it’s not like you’ll ever try to correct it, either. you’ll just whine whine whine about how much you hate yourself. waaaa waaa, I cut myself. waa waa, I’m so tortured, even though it’s all my own fault. grow the fuck up you attention seeking slut. seriously, some people have real problems and you just hack yourself up and cry over it. go throw up, fucking bulimic. or better yet, finally starve yourself correctly. for more than three weeks before you go binge and puke. starve until you’re nothing. just fucking die already. die die die die die die die die die
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