I hate being told what to do.
I hate it when people cut in to what I’m doing. When they don’t leave me alone. But only because that person can’t understand me. They never
I hate how I have to fake being ‘normal’. I hate how there is a
I hate swearing, but here I am. Because I’m
I tried to do things the way other people do.
Now, I over complain.
People find me annoying. I find myself
I hate my reality. I hate envying others. I hate people who think my life is perfect. I hate judging.
fucking hate. And I hate that I hate.
I understand that if I swear this much, it becomes insignificant. That it no longer means anything anymore. I don’t
I hate that time of the month when I feel this way.
And I want to cry.
And I try not to.
More than anything, I want to be myself and still be accepted.
I don’t want sympathy or advice.
I want to fix myself on my own.
fucking comment on how messed up I am.
Now I’m going censor this post.
For the hell of seeming ‘normal’.