The situation is very sad

You try to explain what hurts you... You find yourself defending yourself instead of your feelings

I hate {failure} even though I am a failure at everything, even in my life. But I hesitate to do anything so that I don't fail, I don't know why. Even if I know how to do something, I never do it. I think of myself as a failure to the point where I can't do things, and maybe even some words. I know I am a failure and this is wrong, but I cannot escape from it. I don't want to fail at anything.
​For this reason, I developed {isolation/autism}, maybe I started to hate humans, no good human in my eyes deserves anything. All of them are liars and traitors and don't deserve anything. I hate humans because they are a disgusting thing in this world. I want to be alone, far away from everything, far from family and far from humans.
​I hate life entirely, what is the use of life? I spent my life between 4 walls, maybe a prison, but this prison became inside my mind. I cannot say what I am and what I feel, no one will understand. Everyone just mocks your words, you just have to laugh with them and continue the conversation with them.
​I want life to end soon, I don't want to see my children suffer from a crazy father like me. I feel madness in my mind, I cannot think well.

There's nothing good.

Some departures leave a silence that no noise can fill. You walked away, and with you went a part of everything. I miss the details, the presence, and the way things used to be. I wish you the absolute best on your path, even if my path had to continue without you. Some roads just aren't meant to cross twice, but the mark remains.

صرناااااا اغنياء

حصلتتتتت نجمة اوف

I love you beyond words. I would give you years of my life just to see you smile, because you deserve nothing less than pure happiness. I know things have been heavy, and I know the pain you carry, but you are not alone in this—I am right here with you through everything.
​I’m far from perfect, and I try my best even when it feels beyond my limits. Not everyone in this world deserves trust, but you deserve the world. I understand your silence, your unspoken pain, and the battles you fight in your head, because I know what it means to carry the storm inside.
​Life is too short to let fear or pain win. You are strong, even when your mind tries to convince you otherwise. We keep going, we don't give up, and we face whatever comes.
​Even when things are messy, and even when words fail, you remain one of the most precious things in my life. I just want your sadness to end, and I want you to find peace. My heart stays with you, always.

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هسه من صدك تصبحون على خير

Self-Hatred and the

Mirror
​Every time I look in the mirror, I don't see a person; I see a mistake that somehow learned how to breathe. It’s an exhausting, relentless war waged inside my own mind, where I am simultaneously the torturer and the victim. People talk about self-love as if it’s a switch you can just flip, but they don't understand the heavy, suffocating architecture of self-hatred. It isn’t a fleeting mood; it’s a permanent shadow carved into the bone. I despise the way I think, the way I react, the way my mind sabotages every quiet moment before it even has a chance to settle.
​If my soul were carved into stone, it would not be a monument of grace or triumph. It would be a jagged, fractured statue—brutally chiseled by my own hands out of regret, failure, and disgust. The surface would be scarred with every word I wish I never said, every failure I couldn't outrun, and every moment I let myself down. The hands of this statue would be broken, unable to hold onto peace, and its eyes would be hollow, staring blindly at a future it never wanted to witness. It wouldn't stand tall; it would be kneeling, weighed down by the sheer gravity of its own existence, wearing its flaws like heavy chains.
​There is no comfort in this realization, and I’m not looking for a way out or a soft platitude to fix it. Some days, hatred is the only honest thing I have left. It’s a bitter anchor keeping me tied to reality in a world where everything else feels fake. I don't want to forgive myself, and I don't want anyone to tell me it gets better. I just want to sit here in the dark with this wreckage, looking at the monument of who I am, and letting the silence swallow the rest.