I hate my life. I hate that I'm the oldest daughter. I hate that I carry my parent's weight in their marital issues. I hate that I always have to be the protector for my brother with special needs. I hate that my best friend and I's relationship is strained. I hate that I'm a C student and that I'm addicted to social media and I constantly lie to my parents about it. I hate my anxiety disorder. I hate people. I hate that every single day of my life I have to wake up and fake a smile and force myself out of bed instead of actually feeling well rested. I hate that the guys and girls I like never feel the same. I hate my high school. I hate that people laugh at me behind my back. I hate that I can hear them in class, whispering about it to their friends. I hate that I lie to my grandpa about playing my bass by ear but I use bass tabs. My life is a lie. I hate it. I hate society. I hate that my grandparents abused my mom when she was a kid and I have to hear about it. I hate it. fuck life.