I hate myself.
I hate who i am, what i've become, and the future doesn't look much different.
People think i'm all these nice things, but i'm not.
I should be happy
I shouldn't be this miserable
I have awesome friends ... but i don't deserve them.
I have no sweet clue who i am.
I miss people that i've probably scared off.
I don't believe when they say that they think of me or miss me.
What kind of person doesn't believe them when their the most important people to you?
I think about things far too much.
I'm incompetent.
I am a LIAR. I lie to myself.
Idiot
horrible person
Failure
Pure hatred toways myself.



Im sorry. This doesn't make any sense. Although i guess i wasn't expecting it to.