Why don’t I love anyone anymore? Why do I hate them when they did both to me? Why am I so dramatic? I hate myself so much. I hope I suffer. I hope I suffer more just for being such a little bitch and whining about it. I hate myself. I hate myself so so so much. I hate how pathetic I sound when I complain about how much I hate myself. I wish I was brave enough to slam my head against a wall and get some concussion that changes me into someone who isn’t so annoying. I hate how fat I am. I hate me. I hate everyone around me. I hate how childish my mom is and how she’s immature always plays the victim. I hate my dad because he’ll never respect me. I hate my brother for ruining my innocence. I hate my friends and I don’t know why. I hate my country because it’s corrupt. I hate this world because we’re all evil and we deserve to die. But most of all I hate myself for being so hateful. I just hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate myself. I hope I die