I hate everything. I hate him. I hate myself. Most of all I HATE not being understood. I hate not knowing who I am. I hate trying so fucking hard to be someone, to be something, to pretend to act to fake it that I get lost and unsure and so fucking vulnerable. I hate not knowing why I hate everything. Why why why why why do I feel so angry and
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