I hate people for making me hate how I look. I hate myself for hating how I look. I hate society’s beauty standard.

I hate how I feel, I hate how I try to force myself to believe that I look okay. I hate how I push people away so I don’t get hurt.

I hate laying in bed early morning at 1am crying cause i feel like I’m hurting inside and nobody around me takes me serious to talk it out.

I hate that I replay Billie eillish “I love you” and Beyoncé “pretty hurts” just to bring the sad emotions out of my mind.

I hate to think what would life be if I wasn’t me.