"Are you okay?"
No I'm not. I hate the way I look. I'm not good at anything. I fear you won't love me back. I don't mean to push you away it's just I'm afraid to let you in. I lie to save myself.
I'm afraid of myself.
I hate myself.
Help me.
"Yea I'm fine no need to worry"
Save me please.
Help me please.
