I hate that I have nobody IRL to confide in.

It hurts that I always deal with all the negatives alone.

I hate that my family is a bunch of self-serving pricks.

It hurts that they think I shouldn't need anyone.

I hate that I will spend the rest of my bloody life alone like THIS.

It hurts that I deprive myself of giving love a chance.

I hate that nobody ever makes an effort FOR me.

It hurts that I'm the only considerate person I know.

I hate that this all hurts so damn much.

I want to be ok with it. I HAVE TO BE. But I'm not. Not right now, probably not ever.

Atleast it doesn't hatefully hurt everyday right?
Just when I'm callously reminded that I didn't even choose half of my reality...