I hate 2023, being the worst year I’ve ever had since 2020.

I hate having such a rare mental condition that takes so agonisingly slow to cure.

I hate being told that I can fix it just by socialising more and going outside away from the internet.

I hate my psuedo-depression.

I hate being misunderstood by people as well as my family.

I hate being blame for things I cannot control adequately.

I hate feeling ungrateful by reading the stories of people who have it much worse than me.

I hate the fact I’m able to act so normal yet feel so awful inside.

I hate hating myself every day and having to slowly wait for my treatment to take true positive effect.

I hate the fact I compulsively write things like this on this forum because I feel like I have nowhere to go.