Anxiety

I'm sorry

I'm sorry.

I apologize.

I might never be Perfect. I'm not even trying. I'm not trying, cause I know it's not going to be worth it anyways.

I might lose weight.

But I'm still going to be seen as a freak.

I might get a nice tan.

But I'm still going to be seen as a freak.

I might get a gorgeous smile.

But if it's going to be fake, what's the use? They are still going to look at me like the weirdo I am.

The unworthy freak I am.

When I'm all alone in my room, he's the only thing that keeps me alive. Instead of doing all of those things I'd want to do, it's like he's stopping me.

Don't do it.

Thank you so much. I will never ever be able to thank you enough.

Another thing I need to apologize for.

I'm sorry.