I ask myself if I’m a good person

I still feel like I’m trap in the same place, still battling the same demons. I still have intense hatred toward people, because they hurt me. No matter what therapy I do, or what stupid meds I take. I can’t change who I am, I’m hatred ugly incel that no women will ever love.

I have thoughts of hurting people, because they use and abuse. I hate when people remind me on here that my friend from Rhode Island never care about.

She is reason why I meant end my life, she reason I want to self harm, she is reason why I never be friend with a women never again.

I don’t know if I can’t go on living anymore….

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