I have 10 scars for ten insucurites. I don't like being
complimeted. I can't stand people. I like being alone, but crave
affection. I want to cut SO bad, but I won't because I'm trying to
help my friend get better. I'm the type of person who HATES looking
in the mirror in fear of how many new zits or pounds may be there.
I'm sick of being fat. I hate myself. No one knows me, and I'm okay
with that. I never want to go to school ever. I'm too quiet until
you know me then I'm annoying. I'm awkward. I'm falling too hard
too fast again for Terry. I'm sick of life. I want to be 90 and
almost dead. I'm so so done. Just a vent, if you read it all I love
you