Monday 29 October 2012

Me

Sometimes I wish I didn't exist.

There's so much shit in my head that when it builds up the only way I can stop crying is to hurt myself. So I cut. Mostly I cut, but there's a whole host of ways I hurt myself.

I hate myself. I know I'm a nice person but I hate myself. People hate nice people all the time so don't think I should be immune to it. I dislike people for things they've done or their nature. I don't dislike nice people, i like nice people, so why can't I like myself? I just don't. Hate is a strong word and I can say there is no-one on this earth I hate. Except myself.

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