𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒.

𝟚𝟚. 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲

You know what?
I really, really hate myself.
Like why do I look like that? Dress like that, walk like that, talk like that, why do I never understand what people are trying to tell me.

Why am so sensitive? Crying over every little thing, afraid of life it's self. Wanting everyone to just go away.

Why do I laugh like that? It sounds like a duck on helium, or just someone who isn't ok.
Do you blame me for wanting to be alone? Honestly to all the people who avoid me, I would avoid me to like I don't even wanna be around myself.

Why can't I stick up for myself? Letting every word they say take cuts on my skin, every word creating more damage. I just fall apart taking in every word agreeing with them.

"They're right,"
"They always have been right."

Never sticking up for myself always someone doing it for me. I hate crying in front of people yet I still do it. I hate having to pretend.

I hate being my mothers punching bag. Mentally and almost physically. All her words hitting my skin, there's always one topic that sets off the water works. I hate that really.

You know what I hate most of all about myself?
That I hate myself. That I hate every inch of my body.

Why can't I be happy about what I have? Being jealous about what I don't have.