I have a lot to confess, even the word "a lot" is an understatement... I'm really sorry that people have to read this and think "Wow what a loser b**** this girl is" but this is something I really needed to get off my chest. I thought now would be a good time to be true to myself, for once...
Anyway, I was raised in a Catholic family. My grandmother was practically a saint, my mother made mistakes in life but she really has come clean at an amazing extent, and my father was and still is the one man in this world I will call a "good man", but me, I'm the worst example for this family. Calling myself a "Catholic" is pretty much a slap in God's face...
I cuss more than a sailor. My mind is very "unpure" - I think about sexual things more than what could possibly be considered healthy for a girl. I care about others more than I care about myself (That would probably be considered a good thing but what I mean is that I treat even strangers better than I treat myself in most cases). I make up lies to get myself out of uncomfortable situations and people's feelings usually get hurt because of it. Whenever I get into arguments with people I make them look like the bad person and make it sound like I'm the one who's being hurt when I'm just hurting myself and the other person, and a whole bunch of other things... Just my being alive is a sin in itself, in my opinion.
I should be the happiest person on Earth with the life I have. I was born healthy, have a caring family who would never hurt me, a roof over my head, food on my table, clothes on my body, and, well, let's just say I'm very well taken care of in life. There are people out there dying of disease and starvation, getting beaten by their parents, living on the streets and so on, yet here I am, a girl with the "perfect life", acting like life is the worst thing that's ever happened to her.
I hate that people say I'm beautiful on the outside when I'm so ugly on the inside.
I hate that I can't even look into a mirror without being tempted to break it and watch myself shatter.
I hate living this perfect life that I don't deserve.
I hate everything about myself, including my very existence.
My biggest question in life is why do I exist? What's the point in my existence if all I'm good for is making myself and others unhappy? Why do I have everything that I have when there are poor souls living out there who could use and deserve all the money, clothes, and love I get that I sure as hell don't deserve to have?
I know I'm the one who's making myself unhappy and who's bringing all this negativity upon myself, but it's like I don't know how to be happy.