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Sometimes I really hate myself for everything I am and everything I am not and never will be. I hate myself for the things I do and for the things I don't do. For my strength and for my weakness. For my selflessness and my selfishness. For never being able to be satisfied with a good thing and for always wanting the bad. For always wanting to be little miss perfect and failing miserably but only on the inside where no one can see but me. For dragging innocents into the tornado that I am....knowing that there will only be pain and destruction. I hate myself for being like a succubus
for affection and understanding and accectance. I hate me.
Why not you?
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Sometimes I really hate myself for everything I am and everything I am not and never will be. I hate myself for the things I do and for the things I don't do. For my strength and for my weakness. For my selflessness and my selfishness. For never being able to be satisfied with a good thing and for always wanting the bad. For always wanting to be little miss perfect and failing miserably but only on the inside where no one can see but me. For dragging innocents into the tornado that I am....knowing that there will only be pain and destruction. I hate myself for being like a succubus
for affection and understanding and accectance. I hate me.
Why not you?
roaring_tulips:
That's a lot of hate. I get tired of myself a lot too. I get tired of the fact that it's hard for me to focus and I'm not a skilled, with it kind of mother. I get realllly tired of how emotional I am and how I wind up playing head games (even unwittingly) with those I'm closest with. I'm tired of a lot of things, because I'm not perfect. Nobody is, but perfect is boring anyway. You seem like a nice person to me and nice is what the world needs more of.