I hate you. You are self-centered and ugly. You eat too much and boys don’t like you because of it. You think you’re funny when you’re rude and you don’t know when to stop. You could have been smart but you’ve thrown that away just like every other gift you’ve taken for granted.
You slut yourself around looking for male attention and how you push your friends away because you aren’t worthy of being loved. No one could love someone as ugly, fat, and worthless as you. You aren’t the kind of person that will ever be more than mediocre.
You are just a wannabe, trying to emulate whatever you decide “perfection” is that day. You have no original thoughts and no purpose at all. You cut yourself but you aren’t worthy of the blood you bleed. You should commit suicide because so many people are more deserving of this life than you. You take everything for granted and have thrown everything beautiful in your life away.
You are a walking disaster and i am sympathetic for all of those thrown into your self-destructive path. You deserve to be alone and, quite frankly, you probably will be. Out of all of the things I hate about you, I hate that You are really me. that this letter is to myself.
All My Hate, myself