I hate me. I hate my forehead, the creases in my skin and my face. I hate my laugh, the silent cries at night and when I look at myself in the mirror. I hate that I see someone I honestly don't know. I hate the curves of my body, the length of my legs and the skinniness of my reflection. I hate my friends, my family and my life. I hate my fortune, my heart and my smile. I hate my sadness, my car and the objects I have inherited over time. I hate my humiliation, my self esteem and the emptiness I feel. I hate the feeling of defeat, my constant need of reassurance and my emotional unstableness. I hate that I am fearful, jealous and a coward. I'm ignorant and scared to love. I hate who I've become and who I will be. I hate that I let people into my life and I hate that they left. I am weak and empty.