Three more days and I'm done.

I hate this. I hate that you hate me. I hate that I can barely even speak to you anymore. I hate that things are the way they are now. I hate it here, I hate it everywhere, I’m just done. I hate myself, I hate the way I feel, I hate that I am always wrong, and I hate that I am always sorry, but most of all, I hate that I have to hate so much. I'm tired of always apologizing and always feeling wrong and always finding a way to f*ck everything up. I can’t take it anymore. I just get so angry, I get so aggressive, I don’t know how things got this bad.

I just want someone to try for me. I want to be worth it. I want to mean something to someone. I'm quickly realizing that I have no one.

I turn eighteen in three days, and then I'm f*cking done.