Daphne talks part two I'm going to be real, I hate myself. Not like the cute "that joke was so bad I hate myself", but every time I look at myself or say something I want to crawl out of my flesh and rip myself apart. I hate everything about myself, my voice, hair, weight, height, what I think, how I act, that I suck at art, and writing, and everything. I despise myself more than I've ever let on to anybody I've ever known. When I say that "I'm trash or stupid" I mean it. I believe I'm worthless and deserve to die. Some of you might think I'm joking, but the only reason I'm still even alive right now is because I can't do that to my family. Some of you might know that I had a friend who committed suicide a few months ago, and it really had an impact on me. No matter how much I hate myself, I couldn't ever kill myself and I hate myself for that too. When I see myself in a picture or hear my voice I want to rip my vocal cords out and dig my fingers into my flesh and tear out everything I hate. I don't think anyone knows I feel this way about myself because I make light of it, and they all agree because they think I'm joking, but I'm not and I'm secretly afraid they think that about me too. I'm scared of how much I hate myself and I don't want anyone else to house that much hatred inside them too. I'm contemplating whether or not to post this because I don't know if the people I know will see this, but I'm so tired of holding it inside and I just can't anymore. I'm sorry you had to see this, but I'm not sorry I said it