There are days that I hate myself so much that I don't think I can bear it.
I loathe my existence.
I know that if others knew the real me, knew the things I have done, there would not be a single person that would speak to me.
I would like to rip myself to pieces and scatter them into the sea.
I know how you feel. I have many days like these, and I sometimes wonder why I even bother to get out of bed. But then something around me changes, and my mind chemistry changes, making me feel lively and grateful that I made it past the bad days. I have learned to savor those moments, and except who I am.
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