Screw this hatred

I hate being moody. And I hate being so critical with everything.

But I gotta accept everything I have, including my weaknesses whatsoever.

I just hate the fact that there are too much to hate, although much to be thankful for.

I hate the fact that people see me negatively and let me perceive myself the same way.

Oh, how I actually hate myself.

And how I have repeated the whole same thing over and over again.

And never to find farewell time for this dumb-ass mind.