I know I'm fat ugly and pathetic and I should die because you tell me everyday and I no I'm not the perfect sister because I have secrets that you don't no and I'm not girly or pretty or skinny.
And because I like piercings and tattoos plus my favourite clothes are mostly black so you call me that weird emo kid who likes sitting one my own listing to music and I no that I will never be that perfect sister so you go have your 'sister time' with someone else because she prettier and skinnier and every thing you want me to be.
She's not pathetic or useless like me she beautiful and skinny like a model so I'm going to be sitting here drowning in words you throw at me everyday of my life and wish I could be perfect just because you don't like me the way I am.
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Self Harm: Theres A Girl.
RandomHey guys, this is a short story , if you would call it that , About a 'girl' who felt so alone,helpless and unwanted that she turned to self harm , nearly all self harms are related to this, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks 'xo
