I hate myself
Two things come to mind.
First, I'd think I cared enough about myself if I cared enough to love or hate anything, including myself. Opinions take feelings. Feelings take communication. Call Crisis Intervention, if for nothing else, to talk down those destructive thoughts. The sound or presence of another non judgmental, non opinionated person, just someone sleeping and snoring can be enough to help stop another person from harming themselves. There is real comfort in companionship. We are pack animals.
Second, never EVER hesitate to look beyond that mirror, really inspect yourself, look like Sherlock Holmes, way down deep, into the darkened areas and uncover what really makes yourself tick. No matter how hard, its always better to know. Truely know. Not confusion. FEAR is false education appearing real. Don't fear. Only from knowing can I we make better choices, and make things better tomorrow. There is a nice prayer to say... Haschel, I'm sure you've heard it. But its one of those prayers that just cannot ever be said enough times, or loud enough, or memorized enough. Its four lines long, its called the
Serenity Prayer.
God, grant me the serenity,
To accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
and wisdom to know the difference.
If I had enough room on my forearm, I'd tattoo it on it. Whatever god maybe to you, whatever powers are out there in your world, it'll make a whole lot of difference in your life, if you ask for help in prayer, instead of remain silent. Keep writing down your thoughts. Don't fret that notebook, its wood and glue. Don't hate the empty pages, you left unwritten, its writer's block. Pick up the phone and call her, if you think about her, and tell her, you love and wanna get together, to share some stories. In later years, the keys to success in life are kindness. And that's not anything a job pays, or a school teaches. Its what is in the heart, not the head, that matters. My counselor has a big sign on his door, its a good sign.
TAKE NOTHING PERSONAL.
Find humor, where humor shows up. I jocked a car for a friend, to and from a garage yesterday. They both looked at me ROFLCOPTERING in the parking lot, and asked me what was so damn funny. I pointed at the mechanic's neighbor. It was a fenced in field and said, "You have an ASS for a neighbor." There was a donkey snorting in the field. I laughed and laughed. They looked at me like I was some kind of idiot. I didn't care, it was the funniest thing I saw all year. He really had an ASS as a neighbor.
Sincerely, Knutor