I hate myself at that moment when I realize yes, this entire argument IS my fault. Yes, I AM wrong. Totally, utterly and completely wrong.
Not only wrong, but a hurtful mean b*tch.
And I hate myself even more when I realize that, and cannot/do not stop myself from being that way and making things worse. I get mad at myself for being that way, but end up taking it out on whoever isn't deserving the whole thing to begin with.
Sometimes I just f*cking hate myself.
If I met me somewhere, sometimes I think I would hate me.
I don't even think therapy can help me.
I'm a sh*tty person sometimes.
I'm sorry, TRD.