Self-hatred is a weird thing. It starts out like a daily shower that leaves you sober but numb. And soon when it’s washed away all pride, hope, and energy; you only have the strength to bathe in it. Slowly and luxuriously soaking in every drop of loathing and doubt. sweetly you drown in self-pity as it fills you, pours, and you begin to break apart. Until you are a lovely soupy substance and your bones oddly filter to the top. Each one plopping above to break the surface and baring a once hidden secret. Hmmm .... self-hatred is delicious.
