I.

I hate myself.
I feel like crying for no apparent reason at all.
I feel angry at lots of people, for little things they did or didn't do.
I procrastinate. I list things I want to do but never did.
I let people down. I hurt people who loves me.
I want things I can't have and
I forgot to be grateful for everything I have.
I feel so fat that sometimes I want to starve myself to death.
I am so insecure you have no idea.
I blame other people when I should be blaming myself.
I let other people's words hurt me, I gave them permission to when I shouldn't have.
I don't even believe in myself.
I compare myself to other people and I feel so small.
I don't open up to people because truth is, nobody cares about you as much as you think they would.
I feel like running away.
I want to be somebody else but me.



This very emo,PMS-y post was brought to you by Anis Filza.
No she's not planning on committing suicide anytime soon. Don't ask her anything about this, or how are you, are you okay, because she's fine. It's called being a teenager.