I hate the days that I wake up and wish i didn’t. I hate having to drag myself to work and fake a smile. I hate that the only thought that goes through my mind is that I should end it. I hate that it feels like no one in the world loves me. I hate that it feels like my friends secrectly want me gone. I hate that everytime I mess up in a relationship it feels unfixable. I hate this illness. I wish I could just fade away sometimes. l wish that I felt understood by others. I wish that people saw my pain and not just my outbursts. I wish that I was wanted. I wish that people cared to know what goes on inside my head.