This morning, I decided I was finally going to do it…
Nothing I can do will get me through this. I can’t pretend anymore.
The person to find me would be my younger sister. No matter how much I hate myself, I couldn’t let her be the one to find me..
I’d rather sit here, numb, hating my own existence.
I will never be comfortable with the way my body looks,
and it really sucks.
I feel like such a waste, I feel like shit.
There is nothing that can be said to stop
the way I feel.
the way I see myself.
the way I constantly compare.
the way I feel disgusting in my very own skin.
the way that nothing will ever change how much I hate myself.
I just like the way coke smells.
When you miss someones face so much, it haunts you, in your sleep.
I miss my Grant, my lover, my best friend ! </3
