Blackseraphine

 I keep unpublishing and republishing... I should just delete it completely.

What's the point or reliving that horrible time in my life? That level of distress, those insane thoughts? More insane than wanting to die.

But it was also important. The realization of how small I thought of my self. It went beyond self-hatred. I didn't just hate myself. I didn't realize that I subconsciously thought that I was completely nothing. Capable of nothing. Worth nothing.

I tried to make it light-hearted earlier. But remembering that... I felt pity for that version of myself.