February 2012
life is not fair.
life will not let you be happy and your mind will now let you be happy.
so whats the point if your never going to be good enough?
me: i feel good today
insecurities: no you don't, you're clumsy and awkward and dumb and shy and you'll defiantly break something if you do anything or talk to anyone. people think you're ugly and fat, they all laugh at you behind your back and your 'friends' secretly hate you, they only spend time with you because they feel sorry for you and they want to feel prettier compared to you.
My Mind: You're disgusting
Me: I know
My Mind: You're hideous
Me: I know
My Mind: You're fat
Me: I know
My Mind: You're a failure
Me: I know
My Mind: You're stupid
Me: I know
My Mind: Everyone hates you
Me: I know
My Mind: I hate you
Me: I know
looselipsdeservecutthroats:
Cute guy: Hi Me: Cute guy: Me: Cute guy: Me; Who put you up to this?
life
whats the point in living if you cant be beautiful.
dead.
i have not slept since friday. i have taken too may drugs over the course of the last 3 days. but thats ok. the only reason im not passed out in a gutter is thanks to dexies.
ADHD, i owe you one.
so hungover
maybe im still drunk, i dont know, but my feet hurt, my shoes are wet for some reason, im so so tired and i only just got home.
shit nigguh.
