I'm a headcase

I've decided that I must be crazy. I've spent the last few months trying not to think of "the break up" and trying to think of it as anything but that. But seriously, it's time to come to terms with it. I'm a pscycho bitch. I had someone that loved me unconditionally, and still does, I had someone who beleived I was beautiful and talented. He even bought me expensive things. That's all I ever wanted and when I got it I threw it away. I'm stupid and I'm a terrible person. I took advantage of the trust I accused him of not having. Someone send me to hell and rid the world of the terrible being that is me.

I'm sorry. It wasn't really that I needed to find myself, or however I described it. It's that I am not capable of being happy. I need to be tortured and tormented. I hate myself for that, I really do. So really, if you want me back you should ignore and insult me to your best ability. Make it hurt because that's what I deserve.

I wish I could stop being so neurotic.

P.S. Why do boys who hardly know me tell me that I'm beautiful and ask if I'll have ten of their children? WHY?