16 years old - speeding on 61

I wrote this almost two years ago, but it was never shared. Wow.

Pushing 60 on a 45.
Yup, I'm one of those people who hate themselves.
Can't control my speed or emotions.
Yes, I look at pictures of myself to remind me of who I was.
Can't seem to let myself say I'm beautiful out loud.
Have to look to a future of hopeful happiness.
Sure, death doesn't seem that bad.
Kind of like a friend you've always been annoyed by, but suddenly started to love.
Being with my savior is a hell of a lot better than this place anyways.
So, differences don't matter 'cause we all hate ourselves and all die eventually.
So how 'bout we all go 80 and laugh along the way?