Bête Noire

i loathe me.

i hate myself for not scoring an A1 for mother tongue.
i hate myself for procrastinating everything.
i hate myself for being a perfectionist.
i hate myself for using vulgarities whenever im agitated.
i hate myself for being asinine in additional mathematics class.
i hate myself for not being able to go out (far from home).
i hate myself for trusting people too much.
i hate myself for not having the aplomb to stand up for myself.
i hate myself for not having the guts to confess my feelings.
(not even admitting that i gave you that chocolate)

i bloody loathe me.

hate is easy;
love takes courage.
i have none.