Self hatred is more then a feeling. Its a style. Everyday i wake up pretend to be all upbeat n happy when im not. I feel like i made myself feel this way.
I ask myself if its my fault. It probaly is. Everyone has a safezone or a safeperson in my case. There is this person that im not going to see again that made me laugh but not the fake laughing that i do. It was a real laugh.
All this person could do would make fun of the way i made a little mistake n could change my mood into a smile.
When i first met this person i didnt think of him as anything. Just sometimes i wish i never met him or moved to this new class. He was a person that was so close yet so far away to me. I wish i never did that thing. I hate myself now because of it and i cant even go back. Its to late
