Really, I just hate myself, because I can't live up to the expectations of others. I hate myself for the fact that i'm not what my mom should be proud of. I'm upset because I can't talk to the one person who i feel knows me better than anyone else..i'm not able to hear their voice anymore, because my mother said no; simply because of a phone bill being too much. I hate myself for wearing my feelings on my sleeves. I hate the fact that i feel like i'm about to loose the only thing that really matters to me. I hate the fact that i'm ready, and willing to die; even if that means laying out in the middle of the road, waiting for a semi to hit me. I hate the fact that some stupid slut decided to flirt with the one person i love most, and i couldn't do anything to stop it.
There are times in ones life that makes one realize what they're here for.
I've yet to even figure out what I'm supposed to do; if i'm supposed to be alive.
What if I were a mistake?
What if i was meant to be a mistake? These are the questions that go through my head. I hate myself for not living up to God's expectations.
I feel like i've failed everyone..Especially, myself..
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