I Hate Me

I hate the way I look at things and the way I cannot share I hate the way I picture this and the way that I stare I hate the way my hair falls and the way I can’t handle calls I hate my anxiety, I really hate it all I hate the way my boobs sit and the fact that I’m not fit I hate the way my body looks and that I’m a crook I hate the way my mind works and that I don’t have any perks I hate the way I see myself, I am such a jerk I hate that I don’t love myself, it’s not how I was raised I hate that I used to hurt myself, even when I was praised I hate the way I count my meals, I wish this wasn’t real I hate that I could even write this, why can't I just call it quits