i hate that i hate myself.
i hate that i say sorry for everything i do. i hate that i feel guilty for taking up space. i hate that i can't look in the mirror without cringing, can't do things i like cause i think i'm bad at them. i hate to stop mid sentence cause i think people don't really care for what i have to say. i hate that i talk too much. i hate that i'm so annoying. i hate the way i walk, i hate the way i talk and i hate my laugh. i hate every single little thing there is to hate about me. i hate it before it's even there.

life used to be pretty. i used to wake up and not hear a yelling voice inside my head. i used to sometimes be sad, but not always. i used to not worry a lot about the space i took. i used to be a good friend. i used to not need reasurrance about everything all the time. i used to not be fucking exhausting.

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