I don't hate myself. That'd be stupid.
Hate is what I feel for everything else ever. My feelings for myself are entirely special.
When I think of me, it is like my hate and my disgust showed up at prom, both in slutty dresses, and just uncerimoniously fucked right there on the school gym floor breeding an entirely new and infinitely more venomous emotion. It courses through my veins as blood-tinged vomit rises up my gullet with an explosive, hateful force.
And that is only current me. Past me is a whole 'nother fucking bag.
Hate is what I feel for everything else ever. My feelings for myself are entirely special.
When I think of me, it is like my hate and my disgust showed up at prom, both in slutty dresses, and just uncerimoniously fucked right there on the school gym floor breeding an entirely new and infinitely more venomous emotion. It courses through my veins as blood-tinged vomit rises up my gullet with an explosive, hateful force.
And that is only current me. Past me is a whole 'nother fucking bag.