I dont know where one ends and another starts..when you have ppl dislike u or hate you for being you, you start to think something is wrong with you., but I like myself, I can sit with myself alone. I can sit with my demons and face my reflection, Idk bout everybody else.. when a shitty person that was so horrible to ur existence dies, it doesnt make me think I am the bad guy. The bad guy dies and in my story you are dead. It makes me so happy, it gives me so much peace that you no longer breathe. How much torment some ppl give because why? I live my life? Ppl that do this really have no space..
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