'I hate myself' means so much more than three words. Sometimes people say they hate themselves as a 'cry for help', sometimes people they hate themselves when they fuck up, and some people just fucking hate themselves. I hate myself. But I'm so fucking confusing it's hard to understand why. You see, I hate myself because i love myself. But i love myself for all the wrong reasons, which makes myself even more than before i stopped wanting to kill myself, which makes me want to kill myself. I'm so fucking fucked up that i couldn't possibly fucking care anymore, but of coarse i care.
So basically my mind is in a constant war because i hate myself but i love myself which also, not surprisingly, makes me hate myself. This sounds so confusing because i am me and i am, without a reason, attempting to describe in detail why i hate myself but i am instead over-detailing or such and fucking with your head. I fucking hate myself.
Some days i wake up and thin that i shouldn't have. Some days i see people dying on the news and thin i should've been the person dying.
i don't thin i 'have it worse' than anyone and i most definitely don't think i am better than anyone. I just have this disease that almost every living human being has, depression. and i fucking hate myself.
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I fucking hate myself
Teen FictionWell i guess the title says it all. I find it funny how no one can tell just how extremely depressive or suicidal is, even after spending every day with them. I hope this fucks with your head or something.
