a FUCK YOU letter to myself

You self-centered hateful bitch

Don't look at me as if you don't know where all this pain comes from

You're unable to truly love anything but yourself.

You don't let anyone in even when you throw all your feelings out

You say it all because it makes you feel good, even when it doesn't.

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I despise your lack of selflessness and your inability to listen

I hate all your thoughts with nothing to them

You've got nothing but poor vocabulary and and no meaning in life.

You suck at everything you do and manage to fool everyone around you

because you're full of bulshit.

You can't talk about anything other than yourself, because, truth is, you've got nothing else.

You keep telling yourself that that is who you are,

but acknowledging it still won't make it right.



Your hostile words come out easily.

You ask for forgiveness as if you had the right to be forgiven, but do you ever forgive?

You talk too much and you don't wanna listen

You write but you hardly ever read.

You leave all things halfway done

You want to please no one but yourself and that is why you do every single thing you do.

There is no selfless deed in your own little fucked up world.

Some will benefit from your actions, some won't.

But we both know that it's all for you.



No one cares.