I hate myself.
I hate everything about me.
Hate everything that makes me... Me.

I tell myself to learn to love myself a bit more each day, only to find the hatred intensifying by the hour each day, everyday.
"Love yourself a little more," they'll say but they never tell me how.
So still I hate myself.

So much so that it scares me.
But what's scarier is that I don't even know why.