Me right now at this exact time while writing this I wish I could tell my parent how much I need a countless or therapist or something to diagnose me with anxiety or depression so I can be understood and get help for one in my worthless life
I know that hate is a strong word. I don't hate myself but I dislike a lot of things. I know that I have family that love me, but what about my friends? With our society all messed up how am I supposed to love myself and be confident?