Just last year I had a really bad depression where I ended up self harming... & the depression is starting again . But this time I promised myself that I won't self harm. I will...
How will anybody love me with all of these scars?
I hate being me.
I'm so tired.
I wish I didn't hate my self but I do.
I wish I didn't have to eat.
I wish I could go on and on without eating.
I wish I could look in the mirror and not be disgusted.
Not being able to decide between overdosing on pills or puking your guts out until all that comes up is blood. Doing both, over and over again. That sick feeling never goes away...
I finally tell them and they dont believe it I show them proof they still dont and they block me over it...hes always gonna get what he wants and say what he wants to me and they...