i hate that i’m such a hard person to know. i hate that i can’t love myself long enough to realize that even if i don’t want me, someone else might want me. i hate that i’m afraid of letting people in. i hate that i am unable to trust anyone. i hate that acting like i don’t care makes me comfortable but showing how much i care makes me feel out of place and exposed. i hate that being used for my body makes me feel loved but being wanted for who i am doesn’t suffice. i hate that i like being alone but i don’t like to feel lonely. i hate that sometimes i don’t know what to say. i hate that my humor consists of self deprecating jokes that are almost always never jokes. i hate that no one actually knows what’s going on inside my head, but more importantly i hate that i will never actually let anyone know what’s going on inside my head.
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