I hate the way I’ve been treating my boyfriend and the fact that I have gained 10 pounds in two months.
I hate that I’m getting 60’s on all of my fucking midterms.
I hate that I have been through hell and back 10 millions fucking times and I still can’t get a break.
I hate that everyone I know thinks they’ve had it tough when the worse thing they’ve gone through is bad break up.
I hate that no one knows how strong I am for making it this far.
I hate that I think about killing myself every single fucking day.
I hate that my therapist has cancelled our last two sessions when I’ve needed her most.
I hate the fact that no matter what I do, or how much I succeed, that it isn’t good enough for me.
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hey lonely bird, im in the same spot. in fact, i even failed one of my midterms, and im a smart person usually, one whos on an academic scholarship right now. i hate it too, i hate waking up and seeing the sun rise and wishing i was dead, just know that youre not alone and that im here with you, struggling…