Ever stepped back into yourself and been surprised, disappointed even? Like you were expecting something more-something better-than what you actually found?
Everyone is constantly preaching about how you should embrace yourself. "Be proud of who you are." Everywhere you turn, there is another goddamn psychiatrist or billboard telling you that it is okay to be you and that you should learn to love yourself. What a crock of shit. I took their advice; I tried loving who I am and tried to be happy. Well let me tell you, happiness is overrated and cliche.
Everyone is wrong. How in the world can I embrace myself? All my life, all I have ever wanted was to escape myself. To escape this hideous body, this horribly sad soul, and this self-destructive mind. All I want is to shed my skin and become another. I do not want to have to tear my hair out in frustration; I do not want to scream out my anger; I do not want to fill my mind with thoughts that only sadden me more; I do not want to be me anymore.
I do not want to be me anymore.
