What the hell is my problem! I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate the way I look, the way I act. I hate the way people treat me. I don’t know what’s wrong ok? Stop asking because I don’t have an answer. I don’t know why I feel this way. Why I loathe everything about myself and everything around me. I want everything I feel to dissipate, but I know there is no chance of that. Everything has changed and it’s not going to change back. Things are the way the are and they suck. There is nothing I can do, but wait. Wait for the day that I break under the pressure of this hatred towards everything.