I used to push my brother down the stairs when we were kids. I fucking hate myself every day because of it. I mean, how fucking sick must I have been to do that?
I also fear death excessively and I've begun hoping for a higher power to truly exist. Not because I have proof or faith but because I fear the end.
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I used to push my brother down the stairs when we were kids. I fucking hate myself every day because of it. I mean, how fucking sick must I have been to do that?
I also fear death excessively and I've begun hoping for a higher power to truly exist. Not because I have proof or faith but because I fear the end.