I hate everything about myself

I smile and wear nice outfits. People call me out going because I engage people when ever I am out. Everything looks just fine on the outside. But I hate this life. I hate myself. My body, my hair, my voice. Every time I drive over the bridge to go home, I think about going over it. It's not a matter of change. I've been slimmer and larger, I've had different jobs, steady friends, different relationships. I honestly hate myself and life. I always have. And no one knows.

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