It's so stupid how I expect things to get better once I achieve something. "Oh, I'll feel better when I lose weight/get in college/learn to drive/whatever". Well, I did achieve most of these things and I still hate myself, maybe even more than I did before. I should just accept that this **** will never end and learn how to live with it.

Barely got any sleep last night. I can already sense how terrible this day is going to be.