I feel like, I'm the laughing stock. I seem like I'm the happiest girl. Making people laugh, to cheer them up. But when am I being cheered up? Do you even like it when people tease you? Call you ugly, fat, skinny, slut, bitch, lesbian, gay, bisexual. I know I'm ugly, fat. I'm trying to fucking change all of these. And everyone is treating me like shit. Do you even realize, I can just stab myself now and die? I'm ugly. I'm bipolar. I'm sorry if I can't be perfect for you. I'm sorry I'm treating you like I don't give a damn anymore. Every single fucking day, I wake up every morning to look forward to all the shits people are gonna talk about me. I'm not ready to be left alone. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. People say " Love yourself, before loving someone else" I'm sorry. I can't do that. I just hate myself.
I'm not okay.
I'm sorry, I just hate myself.
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