I can’t even express my feelings in words. It’s
like I’m being suffocated by myself. I know the only one
bringing me down is myself. I know that every time I put myself
down, even jokingly, I’m just making myself worse. But
everything I say about myself is true, so I can’t
stop.
I’m fat, ugly, horrific, & just…
worthless.
I don't think you ever loved me in the first place.
Is it bad I'd like to know what it feels like to drown?
Let's be honest - there's so
much about me you don't know. If you knew the real
me,
you wouldn't want anything to do with
this mess.
I hate that I DO have goals & dreams &
wants in life, because I
know I probably won’t be alive long enough to complete
them.
I wish.
You could see the look in my eyes, when I see you. In the halls.
With her. It kills me.
That could've been me.
I just want to kiss you...
