It just occurred to me a reason I hate myself is my parents. They are immature stressful selfish and don’t know what love is. I’m their first born. I’m the living proof they get to experience the embrace of creating life when they don’t deserve to. When I see myself I see them. My mothers face. My dad’s skin eye and hair color. I’m the almogomation of them. I’m just as bad as them and I’ve hurt others cause of how I had to deal with them, even my closest friend who now doesn’t know if we’ll ever be close again. I hate what my family life has done to me. They made me into who I am and I’ll never forgive them for it
