Im sure you're expecting something deep
You're expecting me to compare myself to a branch of a tree thats barely hanging on in a wind storm or a rock thats nearly disintegrated into tiny pebbles and will soon be washed away by the waves that broke it.
But no, this is just me merely stating how I feel,
I hate myself
I hate my stomach fat and stretch marks
I hate my chubby cheeks and my multiple chins
I hate my legs and my skin
I hate my voice and my laugh and my habits and personality
I hate what into
I hate my art
I hate my hair, my nails, my height, my laziness, my emotions, the little monsters in my head when my boyfriend gets mad at me, I hate that i let my ex hit me and beat me at the age of 15 i hate the way my tears fall and the way i get red when im embarrassed. I hate the way my eyebrows grow. I hate the way i over analyze a joke my friend made about me i hate that i cry over nothing i hate my fears my pain i hate the urge i have to cut or **** myself i hate that i hate breathing,
I hate me
I hate that im considered pretty
I hate that i have no talent
I hate that im loved because it gives me a reason to live
I hate this all..
This long list consists of 30 things i hate about me and i just thought those up,
But the list of things i like about me is very small
I like my eyes
Thats it..
And if i could change this all, i would still hate myself, because id still be me..