Hi, I'm hateful.
Don't worry, it's only towards myself.
I hate that I can't be happy and that I can't laugh genuinely anymore. I wish I could tell someone, someone that cared and could help me.
I hate that my body is changing, that I have these scars, that I made these scars myself. Lines, lines, lines, down my legs and up my stomach. People think I dress modestly to further support my "good-girl" image, but I only wear these clothes to cover up how far I've gone in my hate.
Sometimes I starve myself for several days in a row, only consuming water and the rare bite of food that I force down to keep up appearances. The feeling of emptiness inside helps me push away the flooding of emotions and darkness that lives in my head.
Is it even possible for me to love myself anymore?
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Shattered Sanity
Short StoryShe's the perfect girl. She's achieved all that has been expected of her. But what goes on inside her head? What is she hiding? --- He's the nerd. No one expects anything great from him. But what does he have to do with the golden girl? Why would th...
