fly.

I hate myself sometimes. Most of the time...

Some days I'd wish I could rip my flesh off... so I don't have to be me anymore.

Rip off everything that makes me who I am... because I don't want to be who I am. What I am...

I hate my scars. I hate my height. I hate my small eyes. I hate my hair.

I hate... me.

I wonder... I always do wonder how it feels to be one of those beautiful people that everyone seems to admire. I wonder...

All my life, I've been spited and ridiculed for being who I am. For the way I look. For the way I act.

I just wish I could cut away at everything that everyone hates... so they would accept me.

I know perfection is just another flaw... wholly in the eyes of the beholder.

But for once, I wish I could be perfect. Then perhaps I can walk with my head up instead of avoiding people's eyes because I'm such a wreck.

I don't know. It's just one of those days where I find everything about myself to be complete shit.