Hatred

Fact: My parents hate me.

Fact: I hate me.

Fact: I hate a lot of people.

A rollercoaster ride? No. That's not how I describe the life I have now. It's more of a lose-lose situation. And I'm feeling depressed a little more each day. I don't see the point of being happy for anyone else anymore. And everytime I hear good news about people I know, I inch myself away from them a little more.

Insecurities. I have more of them. Maybe because, phrasing Alex when he's describing me, "I have this habit of destroying myself."

I don't even want to look back on the things that had happened before. They just bring sad memories to me.

I just wish there's more that I could do to uplift myself from this reality. But for the moment, all I can do is be a pain in my parents' asses.