I hate my life and I feel awful for it. There’s so many who have it worse than me, I need to deal with that. There’s so many people that do so much for me, yet I can’t appreciate them enough. I hate my parents who spoiled the s*** out of me because I never felt loved by them, I still don’t. My friend says that I should hate them, but it feels wrong because they raised me. They took many years of their life to raise me, but I can’t find the energy to get out of bed and prove that I deserved being worth their time. I should’ve tried harder, maybe then I wouldn’t be hurting so much.
