I Hate Me

Because of you, Mother and Father, I hate myself. I always have, and always will. Thanks! :D

The reason I look in the mirror so much: To remind myself that I'm nothing, I'm worthless.... I scream silently at the mirror, calling myself useless, telling myself that I hate me. Then I get goose bumps, cause it feels good. It feels like thats exactly what I'm supposed to be saying. Looking at the monster I've created, I see it staring back at me. I hate it. It's ugly, horrifying; everything that I am.... Then I collapse on the floor, tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of trying.... After a few hours of laying there listening to the sounds of the world around me; yet hearing nothing at all, I start to giggle... Then I start to laugh hysterically. I can't believe I was actually starting to feel like maybe I was something special, like maybe they really did want me.... I was dead wrong. How could I have been so foolish! How?! Brenna Johnson, I hate you, no. I absolutely despise you, everything about you.

 

 

With Much Love,

Yourself