I hate myself. No, I really do.
I just wish I had confidence.
I wish I was smart and intellectual.
I wish I was a better writer.
I wish I had good habits.
I wish and I want so much.
I’m mad at myself. Hannah, if it’s not funny don’t laugh. I have to remind myself of that. I don’t want to be fake. I want to be honest with myself and everyone around me, I just don’t want to be rude. Why am I feeling this way?? Oh, I know why, it’s because of some boy.