I am constantly going through the feeling of disappointment. I get disappointed at the littlest things too. I get this harsh feeling whenever I simply look at myself. I hate looking at myself. All I see is utter sadness and hate. I hate my scars. I hate my face. I hate my metal mouth. I hate my pimple cheeks. I hate my scars and indents that have found themselves everywhere. I hate my poofy greasy dead hair. I hate my scars and pimples on my arms and chest. I hate my gray elbows. I hate my fat. I hate my awkward body. I hate my un-even chest. I hate my scars that have taken over my right leg. I hate my random experimental scars. I hate my big misshapen feet. I hate myself so much it's scary. I just hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I. Hate. Myself. I just ugh.
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Metaphorically Gone
RandomThis is just a bunch of entries from a depressed girl's mind. Yeah, I get sad a lot. Yeah, I have scars. Yeah, I'm unhappy. Yeah, I hate myself. Yeah, there are a lot of things wrong with me.
