I hate the fact that I have to be medicated. I hate the fact that nothing seems to go my way. I hate that I blame myself and I hate being alone with all my thoughts. I hate not having someone who I can complain to. I hate not having some one tangible to comfort me. I hate having to pretent I'm happy. I hate being the one to take care of everything for everyone and everyone leaves me to rot. I hate being a doormat.I hate when people feel sorry for me or think Its all in my head. I hate being afraid of everything. I hate having to do things I don't want to, just to prove I'm ok. I hate wearing this fake smile all day. I hate feeling guilty all the time. I hate being depressed. I hate being singled out. I hate being a dreamer because it makes life dissapointing. I hate watching the people around me find happiness while I suffer in silence. I hate not being able to keep intouch with my friends. I hate being too tired to move. I hate being isolated.I hate being called lazy. I hate when people say I making up excuses. I hate crying all the time. I hate wishing and praying for things that never come. I just hate being.