Sometimes I’d hate myself. I hate what I feel, I hate what I’ve become and sometimes I just hate everything.
I see pictures in magazines and when I look back at myself. I no longer like what I see and I would instantly hate myself for being me.
Hating myself is always followed by silence and this silence is so loud that it overwhelms me. Eats me up and makes me believe that this is all my fault.
Filled with so much negativity to negativity became me. I just want to be better because honestly I’m tired apologizing for just being me.
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