Sometimes, I really hate myself.

Sometimes, I really find it hard to smile...

Sometimes, i find it so hard to get out of bed and face life.

Sometimes, i need support but i have no idea where i'm gonna find it.

Sometimes, i'm afraid of failure and i am scared of getting judged.

Sometimes, i become paranoid that people might have bad impressions of me.
Sometimes, i don't feel safe.

Sometimes, i'm scared that people won't like me for who i am.

Sometimes, i feel that people take me as a joke.

Sometimes, i feel that i'm unappreciated.

Sometimes, i feel that i have a million things to do but i have no mood to do anything..

Sometimes, i just feel like relieving my beautiful and happy memories over and over again..........

And in doing so, ask myself, what's the point of my life now?