I'm a young, mentally unstable. I'm not friends with my head. I don't want to be friends with a moron like me. You hate me, but without you, my hands will still be cut, and here the tears are already mixed with the blood in the bathroom... Even if you hit me,  you still won't understand why I just follow my animal instincts.  Even if you hit me, what then?: And everything will be repeated dozens and hundreds of times... it’s good that I no longer feel pain and fear