Dear Diary,
This is always going to be the same routine.. I cry over my looks, my heaviness, my big thighs, my ugliness.. I wake up and start again.. It is a cycle.. It will never stop until I'm gone. If I am gone I'm a peace from this depression, these cuts, these scars, these thougts, these lies..I love you<3
You go home, you look in the mirror, you cry, you think you are ugly, you think you are fat, you want to die and the worst thing is, the next day it happens all over again until the day you give up.
Love,
Joy Rivers<3
