Sometimes I hate everything about myself. This is one of those moments. I can't find a single redeeming quality...I'm torn between wanting to talk to someone to feel better and wanting to bury myself, hide away, for I can't be seen feeling so horribly, knowing that any comfort would be pity or lies. I don't know why anyone would want to be around me. I just feel ashamed about everything that I am. There's no event to cause it, just what I feel like might be a glimpse at my true self. I don't want to be around me. Why would anyone else?