I hate the way that I act because I have no reason to. I hate that I can't find the positives. I hate that nothing is good enough for me. I hate myself. And that I can say that, I wish I had been long gone before I could admit that to myself. I wish I could get a f***ing grip on my life instead of purposely letting go. I hate the way I look, I am, how I act, who I am, everything about myself because I'm never good enough for anyone, including myself. The problem is I don't even want to be anymore. I'm just done. I'm so tired.
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