I wish there was something wrong with
my life so I can justify being this sad.
The only thing wrong is that I hate myself.
I know. I write so many quotes that sound like my life is terrible.
No. I have friends who like me. I have siblings and parents who
love me. I have a nice house in an okay neighborhood. I'm not
bullied too frequently. The thing is, I look at what's inside
me and pick faults in everything, from my looks(ugly?) to my
feelings (pointless, stupid?) to even my bad habits (nail biting?).
And the only place I can vent like this is the internet.
I hope you didn't read this. I must sound so selfish.
...I should probably stop caring...