I hate myself...
i hate the way i look, way i think, way I act.
i hate the things I do , things I don’t do , things I let my Anxiety let me not do.
i hate the imperfections that carve a map on my body , the stretch marks , the burns , the bruises.
i hate the way my I look in photos, in person .
i hate how I do so much for other people , and get nothing in return.
i hate how no one will ever truly love me because there is always someone to easily replace me.
I think most I need to learn to love myself. But it’s almost impossible when my own mind drowns me in negative thoughts , drowns me in what I believe to be truths so why do you keep telling me there lies?