It sucks ya know? Having no reason to be sad, depressed, suicidal... But you are. I have a good life. Loving friends, boyfriend, family.... Even though its a messed up family they love me. I have scars on my wrist... Stomach... Thighs. All from fights with myself that I lost. And for what? Another scar. I have no reason to cut. To the myself. But I do. I hate every inch of my plus sized body. I hate every scar I gave myself. Yet I keep doing it. How can you do something you hate over and over? Its not fair. It sucks
