Some days I really do just wake up and hate myself. Some days I wonder why I am the way I am. Some days I wonder why I always pick the guys who treat me like shit, you know the ones that start out sweet as possible and then all the sudden become someone you never saw coming. Some days I wonder why I still put myself through dating and at 20 to have that thought is terrible...

Yet some days everything seems better. And some days it really is.

But most days it's not. Most days are just putting a smile on my face and trying to make it through.

Some days I wish I could be someone else...