Why do I own pretty clothes if all I'm going to do is make them look ugly? I'm too fat. I have to much acne. My hair isn't long enough. My hair isn't short enough. I don't just feel like I'm not enough for this life, I know I'm not enough. I literally looked in the mirror and stated crying. I can't fucking stand the way I look. I want to be fucking skinny but I'm reaching 230 lbs and I just want to die. I don't want to go outside in fear of people making fun of me. I'm home alone too so that doesn't help. I can't be alone for this long. I'm hearing noises like knocks and hearing voices and seeing things out of the corner of my eye. I'm fucking scarred. I want everything to end. I don't want to do this alone anymore.
