i hate myself so much for being like that when they re just minding their business sometimes i just see people so casually happy and hugging and being close or just visibly happy in general and i just feel so bitter they don t deserve me being so shitty over their happiness i can t help it i know i m garbage i know i don t deserve to be like them but sometimes i see people hugging and i wish i knew what it felt like to be hugged and cared for like that so badly it hurt
i hate myself so much for being like that when they re just minding their business sometimes i just see people so casually happy and hugging and being close or just visibly happy in general and i just feel so bitter they don t deserve me being so shitty over their happiness i can t help iti know i mgarbagei know i don t deserve to be like thembut sometimes i see people huggingand i wish i knew what it felt like to be hugged and cared for like that so badly it hurt
Me odio tanto a mí mismo por ser así cuando sólo se mete en sus asuntos a veces sólo veo a gente tan casualmente feliz y abrazando y siendo cercana o visiblemente feliz en general y me siento tan amarga que no me merecen ser tan mierda por su felicidad no puedo ayudar a saber i mgarbagei sé que no merezco ser como ellos pero a veces veo a gente abrazando y me gustaría saber lo que se siente ser abrazado y cuidado como que tan mal dolió