Isn’t it sad that I’m watching a show about an anorexic kid that’s supposed to be sad but all I’m thinking is that I wish I could do that? But my fat ass never quits!
My smile has everyone fooled.
I wonder what would happen, if one day, I stopped faking it.
Would anyone notice, or even care?
I need new friends. Too bad I’m too lazy and emotionally drained to look for some.
I am tired of caring for people who don’t spend one single thought on me. I have the biggest heart in the world - I used to be proud of it, now I loathe it. Ain’t it sick that the simple lack of affection can make one hate oneself? I find every flaw in me and ferociously attack it with accusations for being the one at fault for my lack of love.