Well, I don't know about you but that's I think.

My name is Rachel. I'm not tall. I'm not who I think I should be. I follow my feelings a lot. I'm emotional. I think I have split personality. I think I have depression. But usually when you think you have this and that actually you don't like they say a drunken would never say that they're drunk, So I guess I'm fine. I talk to myself often. I was told I could be a script writer. I want to be an actress. I love to act. Why do I love to act? Because I can be someone I'm not. I want to run away from me. But I can't so I try to be someone else. I'm good at it. I'm still in high school. I hate books, school books to be specific. I hate the fact I'm studying in the school I didn't want to be study in. I hate the fact that I'm doing the same routine again and again.

I hate the fact that I don't fight for what I want. I hate the fact that I lost hope on trying to fight for what I want. I hate the fact that I hold back my feelings. I hate the fact that I tell myself that I'm strong but I'm not. I hate the fact that I look up the sky and blink my eyes so that the tears wouldn't flow. I hate the fact that I take a deep breath and tell myself everything is going to be okay.

I hate the fact that I always imagine things that aren't real. I hate the fact that I convince myself that I'm a positive person.

I hate the fact that I'm starting to like you. I hate the fact that you're leaving. I hate the fact that you disappeared. I hate the fact that you didn't even say goodbye. I hate the fact that you went away. I hate the fact that you choose the other decision when you'll face the same consequences in the end. I hate the fact that you gave it a try. I hate the fact that I still hope that you remember what you promise me the other day. I hate the fact that you gave me hope. I hate the fact that I smile and jump when I see your name. I hate the fact that you didn't even say your last good night.

I hate...

I hate the fact that I hate so many things.