I hate myself I *hate* the way people talk about me, and I *hate* not being able to defend myself. I *hate* myself for always giving in and laughing it off. I *hate* myself for always taking the blows, always feeling so deeply and overthinking when I shouldn't. I *hate* always relying on others, being friends with everyone and no one at once. I *hate* how much....I care. The moment I stop talking, no one checks, no one even notices. All the pressure to act at a certain level, the standards that are put on me, and the expectation that I should succeed are starting to get to me. I don't know how much longer I can take it. They call me intelligent, respectful, and kind, but no one truly understood me. Even my closest friends...don't even come close to realizing how deeply I feel. I can't bear to talk back; I know that they mean well for me. When they hurt, I hurt. When they need help, I comfort. But no one ever realizes how much I hurt.…