I have problems. I'm so broken, its not funny. No, I don't have a bad home life, but there are things I would have done to prevent these feelings. I wouldn't have tried to be her best friend when it was obvious she didn't want to be mine. I would've spoke more and stood up for myself when I was bullied. I've always been considered the "weakest link". The quiet one who won't say anything back, the easiest fucking target there is. You know what, I'm fucking done with all of these people. If you're too stupid to notice how lost I am, then get the fuck out of my life. "You just need to get out of the house more often" I CAN'T WHEN I'VE GOT NO DESIRE TO GET UP AND DO SO. It's really fucking frustrating when all I want to do is lay in my bed and ignore everyone. Yes, I do selfharm and its not an easy thing to stop when school is telling me I'm stupid if I don't bring that C in English up, Society is telling me I'll never be that girl that every boy wants and I'm not perfect unless I've got a thigh gap, my mom is telling me I'm the most beautiful girl in the world when its obvious I'm not. All I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs for the voices to stop telling me I'll never be good enough. I plaster a smile on my face and pretend to be happy when I'm battling this monster in my fucking head. The fairytales lied when they said the monsters lived under out beds. No, they live in our heads.
