I hate everything. Why do I want to cry at such insignificant things? It could be the smallest thing, and I'd be so upset. And someone will have an actual problem and I'm just sitting here crying over nothing. I'm annoying, I get it, somehow, people don't hate me. I can't even.bring myself to love me. It's just become this ache in my chest that won't go away and I wish it would. I don't cry because I hate it. It hurts, and hurts, and it's a sign of weakness. I hate my deadname, I hate my body, I hate how I look. I hate trying to comfort someone and IDK what the flip IM DOING. I hate being awkward, I hate being female, I hate my art, I hate my family, I hate me. People scare me, and they don't hate me. But when I accidentally hurt someone, they hate me. I have trouble stopping myself around people, and I'm scared they'll hate me, think I'm weird or annoying. I hate coming home to my parents fighting, not being accepted, school being too stressful, kids making fun of me or making me do all the work. Why do people even put up with me? I don't get it. I'm a horrible person with a messed up past. I hate that I can't make a story, or poem. I hate how my dad and stepmom yell at me, blame me for most fights. I hate how I'm afraid. Not good enough... I hate how I can't explain for half the things I do or say...
