I’m a failure.
I’ll always be one.
I make everyone around me,
disappointed,
sad,
angry,
anxious.
It never stops.
I can’t be a good daughter,
a good granddaughter,
a good friend,
or a good girlfriend,
or even a good person.
I’ll never be able to change,
no matter how hard I try.
I hate it.
I hate everything.
I hate myself.
I’m a failure....
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