I've grown to hate the person I am today. I guess time has altered me in that way. I look at myself in the mirror and I am disgusted. Society has the chains of expectations wrapped around my throat, and I'm slowly suffocating. People have always told me "just be yourself" but I can't stand myself, so how could I expect anyone else to? My mind is in ruins and I can't seem to crawl out of this perpetual chain of self harm and hatred. In my mind I won't ever add up. The numbers on the scale seem infinite. The mirror Is a wasteland of sadness. I am my own worse enemy. No one could be as cruel to me as myself. Thoughts like these torture me when I am alone, or at night when I am trying to sleep, or when I walk the crowded hallways at school.
I am tired of not being good enough
I am tired of praying to an absent God
I am tired of being tired
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Collateral Damage
RandomAn anonymous journal from a troubled teenaged loser trying to make it through high school.
