i think i hate myself. i think that for many reasons, ya know? firstly, everything about me is wrong. my face, my hair, my body, my confidence. and it doesn't help when the people who are supposed to make you feel better, are the ones who are telling you these things every chance they get.
like i get it, i'm ugly, you don't wanna show me off to your family, that you're embarrassed of me every second. every time i go out with them they're constantly looking around then back at me to see the way people are looking at me. to see whether or not they are being judged.
i wanna day that others could care less but i'm honestly not so such. i mean, i don't wanna have to care what i look like every second of my life, i wanna live free knowing that people will judge you no matter what and that i'm perfect the way i am, but i don't feel that way. even if i ever got to the point to where there's nothing wrong with me, i'd never feel that way because you imprinted that feeling onto my heart and every time i feel even a little bit of confidence in myself, you tear it down.
so thank you for all of that and if you're willing, hopefully you'll give up and do the job you were given when i was born. to care for me and to protect me from the world, not intrude my life with it every time i wake up.
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