Why I hate myself
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I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
Do you ever put on an outfit and then think “wow this would look so much nicer if I wasn’t such a fat piece of shit” because same
I don’t care if I fall in love to a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell.