i know this

no matter how much you hate me, i will always hate myself more.

i think i have a penchant for dramatics. i don't really know. it's hard being objective about oneself.

sans titre

everyday is kind of like trying to decide who i hate more: people or myself.

different kind of weird

i feel weird. not sad, not happy, not angry, not disappointed, not restless, not satisfied, not dissatisfied. something like i feet like i wanted to pass out when i was taking a shower. like, when i was in the shower, i was fine. but now i feel like i should have. it's not the feeling of wanting to pass out that i'm feeling. it's that thought process and lazy desire behind it.