Y0,

no one reads this so i’m going to vent.

i hate poeple who think that they are hot shit and they’re really not. i hate that art is the only thing i feel semi-good at but i’m not “recognized” unless it’s by friends being overly nice. i hate that I’M overly nice. i hate that i don’t feel real. i hate people judging me. i hate that as i do everything i do, i think about how it will be perceived by other poeple. i hate that i think i just spelled perceived wrong. i hate how unintelligent i sound. i hate how awkward i am. i hate how alone i am. i hate my flaws. i hate others’ flaws. i hate how superficial that makes me sound. i hate not knowing what to say. i hate saying the wrong thing. i hate things being expected of me. i hate not knowing how to fix anything that’s wrong with my life. i hate that i sound so miserable when i should be so grateful. i hate when my family gangs up on me and tell me my pants are too tight. i hate i hate i hate.