I hate myself. I hate my ugly freckled skin, I hate my orange hair, I hate my brown eyes and how they drift when I space out, I hate how short I am, I hate how chubby I am, I hate how stretch marks maim my hips and thighs, I hate how I talk, I hate how my voice sounds, I hate how I act with others, I hate that my only redeemable quality is being kind because I know that's all I have going for me and even then it doesn't get me anywhere. I hate myself. I want myself dead, even if I try to change how I look, change how I talk, change how I act, I'm still going to hate myself by the end of the day.