Another hate blog

I hate how it seems all of the sudden, things are falling apart. In all aspects of my life, thank you.

I hate how I prolly coulda helped some of it from NOT happening.

I hate how some people know they're hurting me, and they do it anyway.

I hate how I hate things so much that I feel compelled to write a hate blog about it.

I hate how I'm not good enough, or funny enough, or sexy enough for people. Or at least, the people I wanna be good enough for.

But in all reality, I hate myself. I hate myself for the what if's that run through my head everyday, I hate myself for opening door number 2 when I knew the prize was prolly behind door number 1, and I hate myself because I know that I can't go back, and make things the way they should be.