I hate my stomach and my thighs. I hate my hair and my teeth. I hate how my clothes look on me, I hate how much make-up I wear. I hate my voice. I hate how I talk to people. I hate my personality. I hate that everything gets to me and I care too much. I hate that I’m never smart enough. I hate that I’m not enough for anyone. I just want to be everything that I’m not.
(Source: i-g-n-i-t-e-it, via a-place-for-my-dangerous-mind)
