First things first

Before I proceed, I have to get something off my chest first.

I hate myself. And the feeling’s mutual.

There, I finally said it. Actually, I’ve said it many times before, but always in my own head, where I’m the only person who can hear it. But now I said it out in the open, where everybody can hear it. If they’re interested, that is.

Why do I hate myself, you ask?

I hate myself because I can be so shy.
I hate myself because I can be so boring.
I hate myself because I can be so anti-social.
I hate myself because I can be so insecure.
I hate myself because I can be so indecisive.
I hate myself because I can feel so much safer within my own little world, instead of in the “real” world.
I hate myself because I can seem so uncaring towards the people I care the most about.
I hate myself because I can feel so passionate about so many things, and yet not have enough courage to act upon them (and yes, even including something as stupid as love!).
To sum it up nicely, I hate myself because I can be such a loser.

But the one thing I hate most about myself though is that nagging voice in my head, who keeps repeating the above lines to me over and over again…

Like I’ve said, the feeling’s mutual.