I'm Only Fifteen, And I Hate Myself.

I'm fifteen, and I hate myself. I don't know why, I just do, and I have for several years. I'm not pretty, smart, kind, unique, anything. I'm just a gross lump of human who tries but never succeeds.
PurpleMoth PurpleMoth
13-15, F
1 Response Aug 5, 2010

Yeah, fun, isn't it? Lucky you, I knew I was a waste around the age of seven. Back in the day, depression and self hate was just a phase. By "back in the day", I mean about 13 years ago. Think of it this way: success is overrated. If you succeed all the time, where is the fun in trying to fix the failures. Develop a case of OCD like I did. Like, for every time you rotate right, you have to rotate left. Or an obsession with the number seven and footsteps on cracks, which changed into 13 about a year ago. These minor annoyances will take your mind off of things, or make you go insane. One or the other.