Another day wishing I was someone else
I hate myself. There is nothing positive about myself, at all. Except the fact that I can draw. That’s the only single positive thing about me. And even then. I m 31 and some 18 years olds can draw much better than me.
I hate my face, that has no harmony and is just plain ugly.
I hate my body and my curves. I hate my voice that becomes higher pitched because of my social anxiety. Both make me dysphoric. Especially since I read high pitched voice means you are trying to flirt or charm people.
Literally everything is dislikable and annoying about me.
I hate my brain, that is foggy half the time. That isn’t smart and can’t remember anything interesting. I hate that I can’t express myself properly hence no one would even give me a try to take my time to express what I want to say.
I hate being so scared and anxious about everything. I hate that I am scared of spiders which makes me feel like a fake nature lover and also make me dysphoric.
I hate my skin color that is just bland.
There is not a single thing that is interesting or unique about myself and I hate it.
I am uninteresting, annoying, stupid, and ugly.
Since childhood, my biggest dream is to awaken in a different body.
I thought it would get better growing up, but it’s only getting worse.