Sad. Pain. Cuts. Tears. Nothing. Emotions.
This book is a book in which I write to express my feelings, I have a lot of problems which make me depressed and nobody knows about it. Like they say, sharing with a stranger is better than your closest fr...
I know. I made one mistake, I over ate. I loved food. I didn't stop. And I carried on. I know that. I'm regretting that now. But, is it really necessary that you remind me over a 100 times every single day? I know, I'm ugly and I'm fat. I know I can't be loved because I don't have a good body or face. I know! I see myself in the mirrior everyday! I fucking know! So stop! STOP TELLING ME WHAT I ALREADY KNOW! Every single time you say it, I break. I'm you daughter, your sister, your cousin, you don't help me though.
You make t worse. Don't you see? I'm trying. I'm trying. I stopped eating. I started again. But trust me, soon I will completely shut down food, then don't you dare bring EVEN one piece of food near me. I MIGHT drink water.
I get it okay? I get it you want me to change. I get it you don't want to help. But why make it worse? Why do I have to suffer so much just for one fucking mistake? Why?! Why can't I be that innocent and happy little loved 5 year old I was once ears ago? Why did I have to change? Why am I overweight Why am I not pretty? Why can I not be loved? Why are you so mean? Why did I have to be born? Why can't you see? I'm hurt, broken, scarred and begging for help? Why can't you see I'm trying? Why can't you love me? Why can't you kill me physically?
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