Why do I hate myself so much?
Why am I not pretty?
Why am I not super smart?
Why do I feel so insecure?
Why am I so afraid of what’s to come?
Why am I so scared to disappoint people I love?
Why do I want to be someone else so bad?
Why can’t I be genuinely happy?
Why is it so hard for me to love myself?
Why do I hate people so much?
Why am I so unmotivated to live?
Why am I such a hypocrite?
Why can’t someone save me?
Why am I me?
Anxiety's killing me. I'm so stressed. I'm not happy with my course and the fact that I've dealt with it for 3 years for the sake of my parents and their sacrifices kills me. I hate that i believe I'm not good enough.
All the the thoughts of killing myself seems so satisfying, but remembering the 17 years of laughs, struggles and growth, my resolve crumbles.
Remembering all those happy moments when me and my parents hadsuch fun times makes me rethink my crave for self-harm.
But all these s being thrown at me is so much to bear and giving up is number one in my option.
I feel so stupid. For having not-so-good grades (unlike what I wanted), for choosing the wrong course, for being unconfident, for wasting my talents.
I hate myself so much.
I hate that I keep experiencing these drastic mood swings. I hate that I have bipolar. I just ing hate everything.
I did not post this for attention but I feel like no one would want to listen to me and my worthless rants. Stupid right? This is the only way I could release all these without exploding and ending myself.
Please let me be happy. Genuinely happy.
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