“If it makes you feel any better, I hate me, too.” He cupped my cheek. My skin burned where he touched me. “If it helps at all, know that no one, you included, will ever hate me as much as I hate myself.” He ran his thumb under my eye and wiped away the stinging salt. “Does that make you feel better?”
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is literally my face right now. Oh, that’s so sad.
