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I hate myself.I hate the way that I can't control what I say when my anxiety takes over, the worst part is when I finally come out of it I normally don't even remember what I said or did it all just ends up in a black blur. I hate my body, I'm so tall yet broad and fat. I hate the way I pronounce words yet I can't change the way I do pronounce them.I hate the fact that I hide what I'm feeling till it blows up but I know why I do and can't help it. I hate the fact that I have to wear classes but I also hate my face without glasses. My life has turned into just hating on myself because everything about me is horrible and out of the ordinary. I hate that I hate the things about myself that I can't change or no matter how hard I have tried to change it it doesn't work.
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TheBrokenGirl Speaks
PuisiPoetry from my darkest and lightest of hours.Most are about my past.My relationship with my father is getting a lot better.I will try to put Trigger Warning (TW) but if I miss any please let me know.
