I really, really hate myself most of the time.Much of the time I spend trying to go to sleep is taken up with staring at the ceiling, willing my brain to stop telling me how useless I am so i can actually rest.I can't tell my mum, because then I feel guilty for burdening her. I can't tell my dad because he won't understand. I can't tell my mates because they'll worry, and then I'll feel guilty for not being strong enough to do it on my own. I'm not thinking of doing anything to myself-I know that not every day is like this, and I have hope. It's just that I can't put this anywhere else. I have nobody else to tell.