I hate myself
I am confused.
I am lost.
I don't know if I did the right thing or not. Right now, I don't feel like I did.
Sometimes I feel good. Sometimes I feel so depressed that I can't even move. I don't know how to feel yet. I feel alone.
Sometimes I wish that I wasn't born. I just think that so many peoples lives would be so much better if I hadn't come along and hurt them. I am so confused. I am always confused. I don't know where I belong. Sometimes I really feel like I don't belong anywhere. Everywhere I go I just don't fit in, or I'm not really wanted. Even if you think I do, I never ever feel completely comfortable anywhere. Like I wasn't meant to be. I am just living inside everyone elses lives. I don't have a life of my own. And no, that hasn't changed now. Maybe that's what I'm searching for... comfort. Maybe I just don't belong anywhere.
I don't know what to make of this all yet. Sometimes I wish I could take it all back, and I medicate... with whatever suits the moment. Sometimes I feel really good, I hope I did something right. I can't seem to ever do anything right. I can't seem to please the right people. ... or I can't please the right people forever. Sometimes I wish I was selfish, but I know I'm not. No matter what you say...you could never understand. It's beyond what you could imagine. I'm fine. I'm always fine. No, I'm really fucked up.
I hate myself. Either way, I still hate myself. I am starting to uncover who I really am. And I don't like her one bit. I hate all of her problems. I hate the things I do. I hate the way I act. I'm hopeless.
I am confused.
I am lost.
I'm rambling. I know. I don't care what kind of comments I get to this. This is as real as it gets. This is me. Sorry to disappoint you...
I miss you a lot.
I am lost.
I don't know if I did the right thing or not. Right now, I don't feel like I did.
Sometimes I feel good. Sometimes I feel so depressed that I can't even move. I don't know how to feel yet. I feel alone.
Sometimes I wish that I wasn't born. I just think that so many peoples lives would be so much better if I hadn't come along and hurt them. I am so confused. I am always confused. I don't know where I belong. Sometimes I really feel like I don't belong anywhere. Everywhere I go I just don't fit in, or I'm not really wanted. Even if you think I do, I never ever feel completely comfortable anywhere. Like I wasn't meant to be. I am just living inside everyone elses lives. I don't have a life of my own. And no, that hasn't changed now. Maybe that's what I'm searching for... comfort. Maybe I just don't belong anywhere.
I don't know what to make of this all yet. Sometimes I wish I could take it all back, and I medicate... with whatever suits the moment. Sometimes I feel really good, I hope I did something right. I can't seem to ever do anything right. I can't seem to please the right people. ... or I can't please the right people forever. Sometimes I wish I was selfish, but I know I'm not. No matter what you say...you could never understand. It's beyond what you could imagine. I'm fine. I'm always fine. No, I'm really fucked up.
I hate myself. Either way, I still hate myself. I am starting to uncover who I really am. And I don't like her one bit. I hate all of her problems. I hate the things I do. I hate the way I act. I'm hopeless.
I am confused.
I am lost.
I'm rambling. I know. I don't care what kind of comments I get to this. This is as real as it gets. This is me. Sorry to disappoint you...
I miss you a lot.