People wonder why I’m always so insecure and depressed. Here’s one segment of my life that I feel contributes to these feelings of desperation and self hatred.
1. I wish they could witness the times my parents call me selfish, the times they feel like lashing out at me without realizing how mean they are being. To them they may be offhand comments but to me, its like a knife cutting deeper and deeper into an already bleeding heart.
I don’t need those closest to me to give me more reasons to hate myself.












