It's weird to involuntarily hate yourself. It's burning in the pit of my stomach. I know there are many things to love about my self, but this bizarre voice in my head just crushes all rational thought and fills me with this intense disappointment in what I've become.
It almost makes me want to laugh, just because it's so... Strange...
I mean, you wouldn't think you could hate yourself without reason, right? I guess I forget that this isn't my fault. I'm always blaming myself for this stuff and it's stressful, but I think the most I can do is take antidepressants.
And try to ignore the paranoia. (DO YOU HATE ME? I'M SORRY.)
I love people.
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