dear me, i hate you. love, becky

hi there. i was bullied into 30 days of thirty truths about one becky. i'm going to do this because, one: as i previously mentioned, i was peer-pressured and two: i cah-learly have nothing good blog about. so, as i start the rain of truth, thank you, dear twitters, @Schmooplee @theyellowfactor @PaigeJo75,  and also, puh; as it is also against my nature to be overly excited about things (i blame high school)(or maybe my father).

Something you hate about yourself.

just one thing? of course not. *deep breath*

i hate that i can't say no.

i hate that i hide from things.

i hate that i hate myself sometimes.

i hate that i forget i told myself to love myself.

i hate my morning breath.

i hate my sometimes fuzzy teeth.

i hate that i have to talk myself through reasons i'm doing things.

i hate that i can't make ONE decision without consulting somebody/an article/the entire internet.

i hate that i get nervous about getting panicky and thus make myself panic.

i hate that i say "always" when i don't really mean it.

i hate that i can't figure out how to be friends with my whorey sister.

i hate that i keep secrets.

i hate that i tell the twitter too many secrets.

i hate that i don't have more close friends but sometimes i forget about the friends i do have.

i hate that i always think it's my fault and convince other people of it.

i hate that sometimes my pee smells funny and google has seemingly no explanation for it.

i hate that i'm too sensitive about everything.

i hate that i'm so good at hating myself.

i hate that people don't realize i hate myself sometimes.