I'm not killing myself. I promise that.
I'm not gonna cut. Even tho the scissors are my friend.
But I never promised to love myself. I hate myself. All week people have believed me when I gave them my huge smile and said "today was.... Surprisingly good." No it wasn't good. I feel empty. My friends hate me. I'm unloved
I'm fat
Ugly
Scar filled
A liar
Hated
No one. No one at all loves me
Even if you say you do.
So I'm only saying one thing:
Goodbye.
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Non-FictionPeople always say "it gets better" I know it's not true. Hello, I am Kira and this is my life story. My symptoms are as real as it gets and there will be things most of my friends never knew about me It never gets better.... Trust me. Warn...
