I hate myself for what I have done to myself.
I have always been a good person, and I thought I could make a difference in the world. But I have done something wrong, and now I am struggling to cope with the shame and guilt.
I have been to the point where I am hating myself for what I have done. I am thinking about how I could have done something to prevent this, or how I could have made it right. But I cannot bring myself to want to make amends.
It is making me feel even more alone and unlovable. I am so much better off without myself, as if I am a burden to myself.
But I am not going to give up. I am still trying to learn from my mistakes and make things right. I am still a good person, and I will keep trying to be the best version of myself.
I know that this is a long-winded way of saying “I hate myself”, but it is what it is. I am so grateful that I am not a monster, and that I am still alive. I am going to make the best of my life, and I am going to try to make it right.
