Fuck it. . .
the bad part: I'm depressed. the worse part: I don't even understand why.
For the past few months, I've been really proud of myself for who I'd become. I became who I am all by myself, and it felt good. I developed my own style of dressing, personality, everything.
And now?
I hate it.
I hate the way I dress, I hate the way I look, I hate the way I behave, I hate the way I do everything in life. I'm so selfish, more selfish than anyone could ever imagine and I hate it. I insult people too much. Even though I'm joking, i usually feel bad about it. I use people. You wouldn't know it, but I do. But I don't think there's anything I can really do about it. I've done this to myself, on purpose, without even realizing it, and for some reason, I regret it. The only thing I'm proud of is who I chose to be friends with. If it weren't for everyone (A few people in particular, but I it isn't who you'd guess) I don't think I would have a reason to live anymore.
The worst part: When I wake up tomorrow, I'll probably feel 100% better, and I don't even think it's what I want.
(Don't worry, I'm not suicidal, I'm just......screwed.)
Somebody help show me who I want to be, because I have no idea who that person is that I see in the mirror.
For the past few months, I've been really proud of myself for who I'd become. I became who I am all by myself, and it felt good. I developed my own style of dressing, personality, everything.
And now?
I hate it.
I hate the way I dress, I hate the way I look, I hate the way I behave, I hate the way I do everything in life. I'm so selfish, more selfish than anyone could ever imagine and I hate it. I insult people too much. Even though I'm joking, i usually feel bad about it. I use people. You wouldn't know it, but I do. But I don't think there's anything I can really do about it. I've done this to myself, on purpose, without even realizing it, and for some reason, I regret it. The only thing I'm proud of is who I chose to be friends with. If it weren't for everyone (A few people in particular, but I it isn't who you'd guess) I don't think I would have a reason to live anymore.
The worst part: When I wake up tomorrow, I'll probably feel 100% better, and I don't even think it's what I want.
(Don't worry, I'm not suicidal, I'm just......screwed.)
Somebody help show me who I want to be, because I have no idea who that person is that I see in the mirror.