It's currently 1:34 am and I just spent half an hour staring at myself in the mirror crying and spotting every single disgusting detail of my ugly body. I want top surgery. I need a therapist. I want bottom surgery. I'm angry at my female body. I'm grossed out by my large breasts, my large hips, large stomach, large thighs, my fat face, bad acne, I'm too short, my unibrow, and my high pitched voice. I'm filled with rage of some unknown kind. I've been hearing things and seeing things too. I've been slamming my head up against the wall. I'm hot and cold at the same time. I've worn this blank expression since thinking of writing this. As the end of the hour is approaching my need for help increases. My mind is madness. 4 minutes left soldier.
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A day in the life of no name
Non-FictionI decided to write this because I want people to know how it feels to be me, but you'll never know who this person is. This could all be made up. But one thing that is true is this person can't write very well. If you somehow figure out its me I wou...
