I’m tired of hating myself.
SO. F******. TIRED.
It’s exhausting, but trying not to also is, because I’m f****** pathetic.
I’m tired of holding the urge to cry until I’m alone and have the privacy to do it. I’m also tired of feeling the urge to cry everytime I remember that I’m a waste of space and most of the time can’t do most things other people are used to do, especially because I desire independence so much…
I hate that I have no passions and never had any at all. I’m just tired of dealing with people, myself included. AND I HATE THAT I ACTUALLY CARE SO MUCH ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE’S OPINIONS OF ME, TO THE POINT WHERE IT’S EATING ME INSIDE, AND MAKING ME FEAR LIVING MY DAMN LIFE THE WAY I WANT TO, I FEEL INSIDE A CAGE!

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