That's me. That's all I've ever been, all I'll ever be. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a low-life. I'm a horrible friend, I lie, I steal. Isn't that bad? If you think not, you don't know the half of it.
I bitch and whine at everyone and everything. I don't like anyone, really, because no one likes me.
I'm not worth anyone's time or patience. I bet even my therapist is tired of my bullshit, the fake smiles and laughs, ignoring her questions. But that's all I can do. It takes the pain away for awhile.
But I deserve every bit that comes at me.
I'm exactly what I hated hearing and seeing about.
Exactly like everyone else in my family.
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