i know that you would never hate me, but sometimes i still hate myself.

remember when i would send you the pictures?

i remember the reasons- i was so dumb. i remember the deepest cuts, the worst cries. sometimes i still hate myself. i'm not going to do anything. 

i remember... and i don't want to, i don't even want to talk about it at the moment. please-

just don't ask me. not now.