part one: other people
I hate ignorant people and people that use bad grammar. I hate people that cheat and people that ask out others as a joke. I hate everyone that has every told someone to kill themselves. I hate judgmental people and people that talk behind people's back. I hate people that always talk but aren't ever willing to listen. I hate people that pretend to have mental illnesses. I hate my so called friends, and literally everyone at my school. I hate my family. I hate people that put other people down.
part two: me (physical)
I hate my toes that are too long and my legs that are too fat and pale. I hate my hip bones and collar bones that aren't visible. I hate my stomach that isn't flat and my breast, that are. And I hate my arms and wrist. I hate my face, maybe for than anything. I hate my nose that's too big and my cheeks that everyone points out how fat they are. I hate my lips, that have yet to be kissed. I hate my eyelashes that are always being picked at and ripped out. I hate my hair. A lot. I hate my skin too and every flaw on it. I hate everything, by my ears. I really hate my voice.
part three: me (mentally)
I hate that I cry over everything. I hate that I over think everything. I hate that I always say what I don't mean, and never say what I do mean. I hate the person I hide behind. I hate that I'm always sad. I hate that I feel this way. I hate how dumb I am. I hate that I can't do the simplest things. I hate that I blush when ever I feel anyone's eyes on me. I hate I hate everything. I hate that I'm scared of everything from bugs to food. I hate that I'm scared to people. I hate that I lie so much. I hate that I make up excuses to be alone. I hate that I can't feel anyone how I feel. I hate how even when exactly what I want is handed to me, I can't except it. I hate that I let certain people walk all over me. I hate that I'm so rude to others. I hate that I don't feel anything but hate. I hate being alone. I hate always being frustrated. I hate that I lose everything. I hate that I'm so weak. I hate how I completely send myself different signals. I hate the first time I brought a blade to myself. Over, and over again. I hate every time I eat. I hate that every time I eat I have to try to make myself throw up.
