I hate how my life is.

I hate how I've left all the people who meant a lot to me.

I hate how I can't meet new people or make new friends.

I hate how I hardly ever go out.

I hate that even if I did go out, I'd hate it cause I'd be around people.

I hate that I'm so paranoid and worried all the time.

I hate that I have to think about every tiny thing I do in so much detail.

I hate hating everyday.

I hate the fact that the minute I get on the last train back from college, I'm just scared about the next day.

I hate how I can't relax.

I hate how I'm writing this or anything on this fucking page. I don't matter. No one has a reason to give a shit. I'm just a living thing on this planet. I'm not even a living thing that makes a difference to lots of people and who goes out all the time, I'm a living thing that people don't really see much of and who doesn't really talk. I'm going nowhere. I can't concentrate on anything 'important'.