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Why do people comment on my body? Like bro I know I’m fat I’m trying to change that since I was like 9💀 My dad once told me that my thighs are so big and now I hate them sm and I’m trying to cover them everyday cuz the fat and these scars and just ew ew ewwww😭Btw I relapsed to sh but it’s nothing new actually. I knew that this is gonna happen cuz I’m relapsing every single fucking time. I just wanna die. I’m tired of feeling this way but at the same time I wanna get even worse so everyone can see that I’m really struggling. I can’t be sick when I don’t look sick right? Maybe I’m just pretending and I don’t have ed or I’m not struggling with staying alive. Maybe that’s all a fucking lie for attention (I don’t get any attention btw). I wish I could talk to someone abt it but they’re gonna check me everyday and I don’t want it. I don’t want help. I don’t need help. I just wish someone finally see that I’m struggling really bad and I want people to stop thinking my life is so perfect. I hate every single thing abt myself. I have no friends and nobody actually likes me. Sad but true ig.
We praise
We worship
We Pump
She knows what I want. And I envy her.
In all the colours I expected love to be, it was not what I got . I thought love will be the dawn colours. The warmness of orange that at the end of the day being with your lover will ease the scars , the calmness of blue that doesn't matter how complicated the situation is we will get over it , the assurance of lavender that it will all heal, the sweetness of pink that no matter what love will make everything right and even the yellow that doesn't matter what at the end love will win, but for me love was the colour of silver. Too shinny and perfect from afar but from close it was the colour no one will choose. The colour of coldness, the colour which will left you numb. The colour which will leave you in the state of being non-committal.