hate myself,” she sobs, gripping her hair, eyes wild as they bounce around the room. “I hate this fucking body, for not working properly. I hate my fucking brain, every thought in my head that reminds me I’m a failure. I hate the jealousy, the way it makes me burn with rage to see everyone else get what we want so badly without having to go through even an ounce of the pain we do. I hate that I want people to feel the same pain.” Her fists tighten in her hair as she spins away. “God, what’s wrong with me? I don’t want anyone to go through this, but I’m so fucking tired of feeling alone in it.”
