I'm not fat. I'm not disfigured. I'm ugly. I'm disgusting.
When you're ugly, the person you love and the person who loves you is never ever the same person. I wish I could make someone as happy as they make me but I can't. I deserve to be hated. I deserve every second of being lonely. When you're this repulsive, you know you're not really a person.
What you're doing isn't dying.
When you're this repulsive, it's not suicide it's common sense.
I understand why i'm lonely but it still rips you up inside when you realise the person you love thinks you're disgusting. That you could love them so much and it means nothing. That you could never make them happy.
Unless you stopped hanging out with them
and talking to them
to just stop being
and you just want to make them happy.