I hate myself.

I hate how I get angry by little things and stay angry about them.

I hate how people tell me I shouldn't hate myself.

I hate how I feel like I'm going insane. Like, needing a straight jacket and in an insane asylum.

I hate how I'm in love with more than one person and I don't know what to do.

I hate how I can't keep someone.

I hate how rude, grouchy, and selfish I am.

People tell me that I should love myself. That I should be happy, there are people with worse problems.

I think that everyone has their own literal hell on Earth and people telling them, "Hey, you're fine. Calm down."

Does nothing.

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