I hated myself, my body, my looks, my everything. My body was covered with brusies, cuts, scars, dents, marks, patches, scabs, knife wounds, burns the lot .My arms, legs, belly, back, everywhere. But i couldnt help it. I got abused, at school and home, i would cut to help the pain go away. I starved myself because i got called fat everyday, i could go weeks without eating. Whenever people saw my body/skin they would pretend they didnt see, and look away. I had a long fringe covering my eyes, so nobody could see if i was crying or weather i had a black eye, not that they would care anyway.
I would get called Emo cause of the way my hair was and the colour of it. But i never listened to them, i liked my hair, and the colour. And if i like it, im not guna change it just for them. If they dont like it, its their opinion. Nobody elses, just theirs. Whats the point of changing for others if im happy with the way i am. I have thought about changing but i never did. Iv thought about alot of things, but i never did any of them..I thought about things like, killing myself, running away from everything, changing so people would like me, telling my family how i feel, telling people and teachers at school to fuck off. But whenever i thought about those things, i would go for a long walk to get some air and remind myself who i am and who i wana be.
