Still feeling it...
I still feel so much hatred with myself and my life has considerably gotten greater and better. I absolutly think I'm a dirt bag and that I'm a failiure, but whenever I do something good, it doesn't make a difference to me. The only way I'll know if I did something good is if people tell me. I really just want this to end, it's always just lingering there, in the back of my head. That feeling, the feeling that you just don't want to have. It's not physical, definetly mental... But there's nothing in my power that can get rid of it. I seriously, positivly, hate my life when I know I shouldn't. I have no bad parts to my life, why do I feel this way? I honestly don't know.