I hate what Iāve become.
I hate how easily annoyed I get.
I hate how I want someone to love me even though I canāt even love myself.
I hate craving for something I know Iāll never have.
I hate being jealous over others for being happy.
I hate remembering all my mistakes and failures.
I hate being compared to other people.
I hate convincing myself that Iām fine when Iām not.
I hate staying up all night drowning in my own mind.
I hate not being able to express how I really feel.
I hate how lost I am.
I hate how hopeless I am.
I hate how I canāt see myself having a bright future.
I hate not being able to see the meaning in life anymore.
I hate that Iām slowly but surely giving up.
I hate myself...










