I wish I could be something or somebody else.

Yeah, I'm writing stupid stuff there only when I feel bad. Sorry. But this is why I decided to make this blog. Actually everytime I go there, I hope it's for the last time, but it's never like that. I always come back a write something about how bad I feel.

Just right now. I don't know, my life isn't so bad recently. Problems aren't so great and so on. But the mistake is in me. I don't know why, but with every day I feel more and more useless, annoying little piece of shit. I'm trying to ignore that, but when I stop for a while and start thinking, I really don't like myself. No, I hate myself. Seriously. There's only a few things I like about me, but those things other people don't know and they don't want to.

There's times when I look to the mirror and cry. If I was someone else, I think I would say something like "It's not that bad." well, maybe it's not that bad, but for me is. For no reason... Well, there are reasons.

I think I'm so annoying, so weird, so awkward, more asocial than I was, not important - because no one ever miss me (besides my internet friends probably...), fat-ass, not funny, stupid and so on.
How can I believe in myself more, when I see only this when I look at me. Only people in my real life see it. Internet friends don't see it probably only because I'm more open here. But being open for people in my real life? It's too late. They don't give a fuck about me, and if they do, it's only insults.

And I think it gets "better" with every moment. I think I have some sort of eating disorder. It's been 4 days already since I ate more than only once a day. I'm not hungry. I'm not. I just don't need to eat. But only one person who knows about it is me. (And you know, if you read my shitty thoughts) I think I would get more shit for that than I'm already getting now.

Also yesterday someone wrote my on my ask.fm. Anonymously, of course. It was something about that how someone wants to beat me up. And you know what? I didn't care... I just fucking didn't care if something will happen. It's natural that people have that instinct of self-preservation, right? I didn't had it in this moment. I think I wouldn't even care if they would seriously do it. And maybe I wouldn't even fight back.

Because my self-confidence is lower again. Because I would beat myself too.
Sorry for everything.
Sorry for being me.