You know what? I hate myself. So fucking much. Sometimes I think about taking my life, I mean, it's not like it really has any meaning to it or anything. What am I living for? The hope that things might get better? They won't. Probably. Either way, I'm sick and tired of hoping they will. Well you know what keeps me going? At least I'm not this fucking low. And I really can't imagine being this low. Things could always be worse, right? What's sad is that I Hate Myself said they were a joke band for fear of being made fun of. That's the extent of how fucking self-depricating and loathsome this is. Seriously. Ironically via some perverse form of logic this makes me feel better about myself. At least I don't feel this bad.
Just kidding LOL.
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