Me.

I hate my thoughts.
To constantly sit and think something, anything could be wrong with me. My stomach hurts, I'm eating a lot, maybe I'm pregnant, maybe it's a tumor. It is a tumor and I know it's cancerous! To sit and think about this only furthers my insanity because the more I think the more I believe something is physically wrong with me, and as I think more I realize I'm messed up in the head. I get confused as to what could be real, and what isn't.
I hate my thoughts.

I hate my image.
I see an ugly, fat, hideous girl, then I realize I'm looking in the mirror. I want to be pretty and skinny. I want to have a perfect figure. Oh, I get told I'm beautiful. They're all liars. Guys just say that as a possible way to get laid. Girls... oh, girls are evil. They think if they can get someone who's ugly to believe they're pretty, then they can laugh at the fact that they think they're pretty. I'm smart though, I don't believe them.
I hate my image.

I hate my moods.
To, one minute, be completely happy to, the next, hate everyone. To be hyper then suddenly, without warning, change to irritable. I HATE it! Then everyone asks me whats wrong, what happened? I hate those questions. They don't actually care about me, they just want someone to gossip about to become more "popular". They don't know what it's like to have everyone love you, and then you lose it all in a damn mood swing.
I hate my moods.

I hate being around new people.
I don't know if I'm acting the way they want me to. What if I do or say something wrong? They'll hate me. And I know once I walk away they laugh and gossip about me and the way I act.
I hate being around new people.

I hate my relationships.
We were born alone, we're to die alone. That's why all my relationships fail. I love being in them but everyone leaves at a point. That's the part I dislike. I just know they can't stand being with me. Because of the way I am. They love me the first few months, hate me the next few months, then cheat one me the last month. I'm getting good at this though, I do the breaking off before they can hurt me. I call it off when they are still "in love" with me. It hurts them, at first, but they get over it quickly. I don't want to hurt anymore.
I hate my relationships.

I hate me.