I grabbed my razor. I lifted up my shirt and printed on 3 words. 'Fat'. 'Ugly'. And 'Depressed'.
I hate myself.
Dear Mr. Bully,
How are you?
I'm worse then before.
I starved myself.
I wouldn't eat.
Why did you have to break me?
I grabbed my razor. I lifted up my shirt and printed on 3 words. 'Fat'. 'Ugly'. And 'Depressed'.
I hate myself.
Dear Mr. Bully,
How are you?
I'm worse then before.
I starved myself.
I wouldn't eat.
Why did you have to break me?