I hate myself...

I hate myself...-. I hate that the only way I can utterly express my sadness is through this diary which was supposed to have ended.

I hate that I have no one to share my thoughts and wishes, I’m tired of being alone... so alone...

I know I need my own apartment, I know I do, I know I need to get a job, I know I do, I know I have to stop sheltering in my room from the world

(62 days late)