I hate myself.

Most of the time, I’m fine with that. Loads of people hate me, too. And I have good friends to help me stay stable.

But sometimes, I can’t help it but to just hate myself to the core. I question what I do. What I think. What I say. I yell at myself. I hound other people for answers. Am I good, or bad? Am I a good example, or social trash? Am I worth it?

Then it all blows over. And I patiently wait for the next month so I can hate myself even more again. And again. And again.