okay I js realised how much I hate myself. actually no that wasn't the right way to word it- I just realised how easy I am to hate, cz I'm too awful to even hate myself for the way I think. every day when I see people, I overanalyse them like crazy, I think they're attention-seeking, I think they're not truly struggling. on the rare occasion I believe they're mature and need help, but otherwise not really.
it sucks to admit this, cz that's the kind of person I've always hated, kind of person I know I don't want to be and yet here I am
I'm just posting this, maybe bc I'm attention-seeking, maybe bc I wanted to talk about it. I guess with my head, and my heart trapped under layers and layers of lies and excuses, I can't even tell myself.
and for all the kind souls who read this to the end and is figuring out what to write to comfort me, thank you, but honestly, it's probably not going to work. it's no point because I've given up on myself already. now I just live on for the sake of not dying. sadly, me being dead would hurt those around me more than I would alive. and I'm not suicidal, not for now at least, but I know I should be