sometimes a little part of me, or someone in my head, despises the mentally ill!
despises ourselves and the things other mentally ill people have pushed upon us and the things theyve made us feel
even if it was our own fault we were in that situation.
we dont truly hate mentally ill people, but sometimes thats how the despair manifests. sometimes we wanna scream and cry, point fingers at others and just be angry!
but it sucks to have that emotion, yknow? “god i fucking hate them, i hate them so fucking much, theyre disgusting”, yet i dont really feel that way.
we dont have the right to feel that way because we’re the exact same that we supposedly hate! i dunno
i dont hate us, or them, but i wonder what my life wouldve been like if i didnt meet the people i had met.