Please, I just need someone, anyone to talk to. I came back to
Witty because all my insecurities have been haunting me, and
honestly there's no where else where I can just... just vent out
all these words plastered in my head.
I'm being called fat by my own family.
Track meet:
I was a runner and once I finished the race, my two brothers and
my dad just laughed at me, saying I was fatter than the other
girls.
I felt horrible.
I feel horrible.
A long time ago I used to cut and I thought I've stayed away from
it until highschool came.
A lot has changed.
And I can't take it anymore.
All I can do is curl into a ball and hate myself.