I hate myself.

I hate myself for that mask I've had on since God knows when, that mask I put on every morning when I wake up.

I hate myself for that fake smile on my face that I show to everyone wherever I go.

I hate myself for telling people that "I'm OK", even when I'm not.

I hate myself for lying, and I hate myself even more when I do it just so I don't worry anyone else.

I hate the emo, obsessive bitch that I've turned into.

I hate that emptiness I feel inside me, the one where no amount of tears seem to be able to fill it up.

I hate myself for being selfish.

I hate myself for apologising for being selfish.

I just.. hate myself.

And there's nothing more I want to do than to just go curl up into a ball and cry my mind away.

If sleep takes me, and I never wake, I think I'd be happier there than where I am now.