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by glamanator

by glamanator

why do you hate yourself...

the words of the nine year old girl kept repeating themselves in my head, making sleep almost impossible. i couldn't take it anymore.

i stood up and went to the bathroom, not even bothering closing the door behind me. i took off my shirt and leaned against the sink, letting my eyes examine every flaw of my body.

why do i hate myself, i wonder.

maybe it's my blanched skin.

the skin that lacks the sun.

but where do i get that sun, when i'm where i am? where the sun barely exists?

is that why i really hate myself? or is it my trembling hand that's reaching for the cold metal is what i really hate?

is it how pathetic i am? how i lack everything? is that why i hate myself?

or is it that layer of fat on my stomach? the one that's blood's oozing out of?

it's my body as whole, that's the reason i hate myself.

it's just so... unperfect.

the way my eyes see the world is swerling around is unperfect.

the way i stumble back till i hit the bathtub is unperfect.

the way i feel cold is unperfect.

the way i fall to the ground is unperfect.

the way my sight is stained with red is unperfect.

the way my vision goes black is what really is perfect.

don't hate me pls

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