If I can't be like this, then I can't live, it's just a fact.I don't have a pretty face or a nice body
and if I can have neither - i'm dead.
There are surely so many people out there who know what I feel, you feel it too every single day, the lust to hurt yourself because you can't be pretty enouge, not skinny enouge and you definitly can not compare to these hot celebs around you. I'm not trying to bring anybody else down here with me because this quiet place is as vile as violence, it's like someone is abusing me mentally but the abuser is me and nobody else. I can't charge myself and I can't stop the abuse because I can't control it. How am I supposed to react when the closest person to me talk about how hot this or this girl is, those people can do things to him without even being near that not even I can do. Does anybody even think that could ever make me feel good? I hate myself, I HATE MYSELF and I wish nobody else EVER have to be like me. I wouldn't ever give birth to a child because I don't want to bring forward my disgusting looks and horrible personality, I would be a horrible person to force someone to live through what I do.
I can't deal anymore. He freaked out over my scars, how do I break it to him that there's an unlimited supply of them coming up because nothing seems to help. And before anybody screams "professional help", I tried that. Those "professionals" sent me to a gymnast and told me to walk in circles and clap rythms. I hate myself - it's not like I don't know how to keep a rythm. What is this, kindergarden? How is that going to stop me from cutting. Now, the best part; When I told about the cutting, this woman suggests to me "well, why don't you just stop and find something else?". And the psychologist I was sent to was constantly trying to provote me which resulted in more self-hate and cutting. He questioned if I was able to do a simple job! I'm not reaching to be a fucking rocket scientist, I just want to work in a regular grocerystore, nothing else, is that unreachable for me too? I can't have a job, I can't have a pretty face, I can't have a decent body, I can't have a great personality, I can't attract people like I should. I'm a fat blob with a fugly face who wishes I could be all those things. I wish the story had a better ending, but I gues not. I'll keep on trying to be pretty but in the end I have to realize the faliure and cave in and die. There is no room for ugly people on this planet - they made that clear for me.
/Lillita Luv









