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This year can be considered as the seventh year of realizing that I hate myself. I always feel that I am not doing well enough, that nothing I do is enough to satisfy myself, and that there are still many things I can do better but I cannot do them. Now the whole person looks indifferent, not gradually understanding oneself, but choosing to ignore oneself. In fact, I am a guy with a stupid mouth, small courage, and not smart enough. I can't make many people see me at once, nor can I make them fall in love with me quickly. It always gives people a distant feeling, but I just don't know how to continue. Even now, I haven't found anyone who can praise my own strengths in the first place. I've been entangled with myself for seven years, but I'm disappointed and unwilling to accept myself. I write here hoping for a place to tilt this inexplicable emotion, but I don't want my friends to see it, so I chose this place that my friends don't know

This year can be considered as the seventh year of realizing that I hate myself. I always feel that I am not doing well enough, that nothing I do is enough to satisfy myself, and that there are still many things I can do better but I cannot do them. Now the whole person looks indifferent, not gradually understanding oneself, but choosing to ignore oneself. In fact, I am a guy with a stupid mouth, small courage, and not smart enough. I can't make many people see me at once, nor can I make them fall in love with me quickly. It always gives people a distant feeling, but I just don't know how to continue. Even now, I haven't found anyone who can praise my own strengths in the first place. I've been entangled with myself for seven years, but I'm disappointed and unwilling to accept myself. I write here hoping for a place to tilt this inexplicable emotion, but I don't want my friends to see it, so I chose this place that my friends don't know