@Tiani
I hate you
by Tiani
I hate you. I hate your face, the way your nose is too big and that your eyes have bags big enough to carry all of your worries. And I hate that you worry so much about small insignificant things, just like you. I hate how you stress over easily accomplishable things and I hate that you like to hole up in your room with a book to try distract yourself from what a disappointment you are. And I hate that you make your parents yell at you when it is easily avoidable and that you mess up your spelling all the time. I hate that your smile looks so fake and that your laugh is so loud. I hate that you annoy everyone, even yourself. I hate that you don't know when to start or stop talking and that you have to suck in your stomach to feel acceptable and that you feel anxious near strangers and that you have so many unanswerable questions. I hate that you are so ambitious and indecisive. I hate that you want to do so many things but don't have the motivation to do any of them. I hate that you can't sleep and that you want to cry all the time. I hate that you can help everyone but yourself. I hate that you feel so venerable wherever you go and that you don't and never have had a crush. I hate how nervous you are to eat around people and that no matter how healthily you eat or how little you eat you'll always be fat in my eyes. and I hate the fat on your thighs and that you always wonder what people think of you and that you envy the bodies of your gymnast friends. I hate you weak wrist and weak heart and your tangled mane of hair and overactive imagination. I hate that you procrastinate and then feel sorry for yourself. I hate that you made your parents not trust you and your friends leave you out. I hate that you lose focus so easily and can't watch one show for more than 20 minutes and dehydrate yourself and you've lost interest in all but 2 of your many hobbies and you lose all your stuff and you can't sit still and you like to torture yourself with the cold, pain and starvation and that you overwork yourself. I hate that you can't get your parents to believe you're depressed and that your only support are strangers on the internet or people that have left you behind more that once and that you forgive them time and time again for abandoning you when you needed them most. And I hate that you need them. And I hate you. But most of all, I hate that I am you.
