It's not a matter of self-hate, it's just I've got to think this is my fault somehow! Me saying I'm just going to rot in solitude is certainly an exaggeration and I don't really mean half the things I say anyway (what girl does) but it's just rough and I don't really know where to go from here. I thought things were good but it all fell apart and I realized I am inherently shitty.
I should have taken the hints and let it die.
I should not have read so much into things.
And I guess I should stop with the self-pity too, huh?