I hate that sometimes I will get so frustrated with myself that I sit and pull at my hair and punch anything in reach until something is bleeding or I'm puking. I hate that even if I am sweating to death I can't sleep without being covered with blankets. I hate that I talk while I sleep. I hate that sometimes I think about how amazing the rush of jumping off a building/bridge would feel like. I hate not being able to sleep when I want to at night. I hate that I can't stop thinking about you even though I am fully aware that there is no chance with you. I hate the feeling of knowing I will be graduating high school in less than two years and I have no idea what I'm going to do. I hate knowing that one day I am going to need to grow up.