i looked in the mirror again, like i always do.
i'm ashamed of myself.
i started to notice things.
my body, how fat it is
my face, how ugly i am,
my eyes, bags underneath them.
everything.
i couldn't just take care of myself?
instead of harming myself?
they tell me not to,
but i do.
i have to listen, and i want to,
but i can't.
why can't i listen?
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Randombasically my thoughts put into a little small story. school drama, but with fake names. stuff like that. other times it would just be rants and stuff. cover not mine! all of these will have FAKE names. if your name is on this, it's a misunderstandin...
