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"Self-Hatred"
(08/29/2001 - 17 years old) Where does this come from: The hate I feel for me? Never good enough for myself, I love others unconditionally. I've never been abused And no one has gone away. My parents are involved in my life And say they love me every day. So, why am I this monster, This unlovable, grotesque being? People say I'm beautiful. Why can't I see what they're seeing? The situation brings on guilt Cuz things have really been quite fine. With no trauma to be seen, I should lead a happy life. But, sad to say, its not that way. For some reason its not too fun. So, at 17 years, this is not the 1st time I wish my life had never begun. Because to go through life and only see Whats wrong in what you do Brings pains so great I really wish I was the only one who knew. But that is another thing That just is not to be. I wish I could help others, But am told I can do more if I just help me. Even so, I do what I can, So I just want you to know If ever you are hurting Talk to me; I will not go.
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