disgusting. how could you?
again and again i tell myself “tomorrow.”
tomorrow comes and pulls me further and further away.
i am disgusting.
so unworthy of what i’ve been given.
i want to vomit, but i can’t even do that.
worthless. so worthless.
my presence places a stench in the air.
the words from my mouth make me cringe.
who am i to think that i am somebody?