the--perks--of--being--me
I hate myself..I hate my body, I hate my face, I hate my hair, I hate my fat, I hate my voice and the weird way I view things but most of all, I hate myself, for loving him…I mean dammit I can’t listen to most of my music cause it reminds me of him, I heard a love song yesterday on the radio with my friend and I started crying.Why does he hate me?Why do I feel this way?Why did I have to meet him, why did I have to kiss him back, why did I have to answer the phone, why did I have to go to him when everyone else left, why whenever I’m upset I immediately go to his number, why did I tell him things nobody not even my best friend or therapist knows, why …?Why do I have to feel this way about him..

I hate myself..
I hate my body, I hate my face, I hate my hair, I hate my fat, I hate my voice and the weird way I view things but most of all, I hate myself, for loving him…
I mean dammit I can’t listen to most of my music cause it reminds me of him, I heard a love song yesterday on the radio with my friend and I started crying.
Why does he hate me?
Why do I feel this way?
Why did I have to meet him, why did I have to kiss him back, why did I have to answer the phone, why did I have to go to him when everyone else left, why whenever I’m upset I immediately go to his number, why did I tell him things nobody not even my best friend or therapist knows, why …?

Why do I have to feel this way about him..