when i turned nineteen i began to realize how angry i was at the world. it was hard admitting that i hated myself because i wanted to be loved so bad. if i hated myself that badly that i tried to kill myself then nobody could ever love me. it was a difficult cycle for me. i’d be angry at myself so i tried to point it towards somebody else. i was mad at the girl or boy i was really into at that time and i didn’t know why. it was because i hated myself for stalking them and being obsessed with them but i stopped thinking about that. i stopped thinking about a lot of things.

    most of my days were spent alone. i began to love social media. i liked watching the ones who posted on snapchat all the time, it made it a lot easier for me. therefore,...

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