I hate being the way I am at this point.
I don't wanna be me anymore.
I wanna be someone else.
I fucking hate myself.
I've had it with myself.
I wanna change and I can't.
I wanna be the old me.
I wanna go back.
I want to leave.
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From My Point of View
PoetryRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...
Fuck
I hate being the way I am at this point.
I don't wanna be me anymore.
I wanna be someone else.
I fucking hate myself.
I've had it with myself.
I wanna change and I can't.
I wanna be the old me.
I wanna go back.
I want to leave.