The thought is stuck. I'm horrible, despicable, the scum of the earth. I hate myself. Being alone with me is awful. Then, I got no other things to distract myself with. Everything I do is shit. Every time I succeed with something is false celebration, whenever I make someone smile is the same. Deep down, it's all a fraud. No matter what actions I do — they all come from my rotten core, and that's disgusting. 

Toss me into the garbage.