It would be nice to actually like anything about myself.
I look in the mirror, and I want to die a little more each time.
I do things to try to feel better, but they’re always the wrong choices so I end up worse than when I started.
I wish I saw what people see because they all seem to have good things to say, but I just don’t see it. I don’t understand how anyone sees value in me.
And then things happen to confirm those dark thoughts, and then the murky fog blocks out the nice things people say and I wind up writing bullshit like this.
I end up drinking and anger-writing until I pass out, but I never say these things to actual people.
I hate myself so fucking much.