I look in the mirror.
All i see is a girl staring back at me.
I hate this.
I hate me.
I see nothing but a bundle of flaws.
Everything about this is wrong.
Everything about my body.
Why are these things on my chest.
Their are curves in all the wrong places.
I can't stand this.
I do things to try to distract myself.
Marks in my body and face.
These marks are my fault.
I did this to myself.
Why am i doing this to myself?
I have to keep doing this to myself.
I deserve this.
I deserve this pain.
I'm sorry.
