Dear diar,
I have an uncle. He always asks me
"Are you ok? Are you depressed?"
I always said "yes I'm fine" Or "ofc I'm not depressed" But not too long ago I started thinking.
NO I'M NEVER OK
I'M ALWAYS DEPRESSED
I'M FUCKING MENTAL
But I've always thought
I'M UGLY AND I ALWAYS WILL BE
NOBODY LOVESS YOU
YOUR TOO SKINNY
YOUR TOO FAT
YOU EAT TOO MUCH
YOU EAT TOO LESS
IM SURPRISED THEY HAVEN'T PUT ME UP FOR ADOPTION YET
Though I've never realised what has been happening in my head.
I ALWAYS HAVE
YOU ARE READING
bottled up
RandomI feel like I keep a lot of things away from everyone and I feel like I should put them into a story so everything you read are actually my feeling that I feel, so I hope you enjoy the story
