The tears streamed down my face as I looked in the mirror. I hated what i saw, every inch from the inside out. I couldn't stand the girl in the mirror, she was fat, ugly, worthless, unlovable. My tears came faster, heavier now. I run to the bathroom, I thought I was getting better, I Hoped I'd be able to eat again. My crying, now coming out in heavy sobs between heaves. I thought I was getting better. I thought...
I hate myself. For not getting better. I've tried so many times, yet I relapse each and every time. I'm hopeless.
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Hopeless
Teen FictionHow is someone supposed to love me if i can't even love myself?
