I want to be touched also not in a sexual way but in a familiar, loving way, I want to be comfortable I can really be myself, show all my flaws and be open, show all my vocal points and scars without shame, I don't need to be tamed I just simply want to be cared for, I want to be stuck in an endless loop.
All I see is a plate of numbers. It's obsessive I see donuts and sweet treats I have to hold myself back from what consequences that sugary treat would cause me.
This is a need or a "want" I need the ability to sit down without my fats and layers ruining everything, covering all my "beauty" It's hideous, it's like a deformity you can say as many times as you want how "normal" it is, to my sick head it's not, I'm a absolute abnormality an abomination to this earth I can't even look at myself when I pass a mirror my reflection sinks into me worried my flaws and most ugliest parts could reflect to others around me.
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An Abomination
PuisiReal life diary entities of a crazed bpd teenage girl, going through the tough works of life. Hope my writing can let people know that at they're not alone.
