Dear Myself,
I hate you. I hate all your flaws. I hate how ugly you are. I hate your frizzy blonde hair and your blue pavement colored eyes. I hate your big thighs and your flabby arms. I hate how you procrastinate and complain. I hate your divorced parents. I hate how your reflection. I hate your ability to act like nothings wrong with a fake smile when all you want to do is scream. I hate your inability to trust. I hate how your perfectionism. I hate your fake confidence. I hate how no matter how sad ad hurt you are you keep it bottled in and refuse to cry. I hate your mental illnesses. I hate your social anxiety and how they get in your way. I hate how you always come in second. I hate you for these things and so many more.
With hate,
Yourself.