The truth is that I

June 30, 2015

The truth is that I am a worthless piece of shit that is never going to amount to anything.

The truth is no matter how much money you spend I'm never going to be smart.

The truth is that you have no idea who I really am.

You don't know how much I hate reality.

You don't know how much time I spend a day putting myself down.

You have no idea who I am and you never will.

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