I just really hate who I am sometimes. There are so many things I wish I could change about my appearance, my thoughts, my actions, myself. It’s difficult for me to pick out one thing I like about myself or I feel proud of, because in truth there isn’t anything I should like. It’s summer though, so I’m just going to try to at least pretend to be happy. This way at least no one will notice I’m actually just going through the days, wishing I wasn’t.




