Only one cut today I promise I told myself while holding a razor in my right hand. I never kept my promises one cut came into two two came into three three became four and so on and so forth. I don't even know how the depression began one day I just felt so down and wanted to find an escape. I found it in my razor and slicing open my thighs. I realized how fat and ugly and useless I was to the world and it just hit me like a truck. why are you even here? I also have social anxiety and when it comes to big crowds or presentations I get panic attacks. Who would've thought that the smiling bright and always happy girl would stay awake at night crying and wondering why she's still alive. Who would've thought that the fat girl but yet very friendly and popular girl would be suicidal? It just kinda happens. You don't feel good enough for anyone or anything. You feel like the entire world is just coming and crashing into you. You don't feel like it's enough. You feel like you're worthless and there's no reason why you should be here in this world and you start thinking the only way you'll find happiness is by leaving and leaving the ones who you see everyday. All you think is that it's the best for everyone and no one would even care if you were dead or not. This is the story of a girl who was never the prettiest or the nicest or the skinniest or just the better in general.
