I hate myself
I really hate myself sometimes, I really do. I hate that I overthink a lot of things due to my parents' influence as a child, but I also know we can't choose who will be our parents. Sometimes I really felt like ending it because I hate myself so much. It's even worse because I know too many things. I can read people easily and I know what are they going to say when faced with certain situations. Assuring words and gestures of comfort or even school counseling doesn't work because I know what they are supposed to and are going say. Everything doesn't feel genuine at all. Knowing too much is a curse sometimes. Even as I'm writing this post, I'm thinking about whether my own decision of writing this post. Is it me wanting attention? Is it just my hormones messing with me? Am I too emotional and grow up? Am I just stressed out of something? Am I autistic? Is there any truth to any of this? I hate my brain.