So yes, sometimes I post a picture of myself. Do you know understand how much courage it takes me to actually suck it up and look at myself in a picture. I can't deal with all the flaws I see and I don't care what you say, I see differently, okay? And it doesn't help that people look at the image, and make fun of it or comment on it or something. I'm sensitive still, okay? I don't have thick skin I'm still weak from everything being all bottled up and shit. I can't just let it out when I need to, I just can't. Every time I update on here, I get some kind of comment that is not meant to hurt me, and I know that yet I overthink. That's not really what bothers me though because it's nothing. But I posted a picture of myself on Instagram and recently deleted it because it had been up for longer than I had wanted it to be. And then I have pictures that I literally feel nauseous after looking at them, and then this one person keeps torturing me with them. Showing me the pictures no matter how many times I say stop or shut up or go away, and today was the last straw. I ran to the bathroom, tried not to cry and hold in the tears but I couldn't and now I'm crying at lunch. So yeah, that's that.
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