Dear whoever wants to read this,

every single fucking day i look in the mirror and just wonder, why?

why does my skin wrap around my bones like that?
why is my face so fat?
why am i so goddamn ugly?
why is my hair so dull?
why are my eyes so empty?
why am i so chopped?

sometimes i wished my mother would've aborted me. sometimes i feel like that she wasted those 9 months, forming something so useless in her womb. she took all of that time, energy, and love, into creating a worthless pig.

every therapist i have spoken to always asked me why i played fruit ninja on my fucking wrists, and this is what i always wanted to say. that i just don't like myself.

maybe life would be better if i was prettier?