The pain of staying here everyday and battling myself is too great for the sadness that fills everyday of my life. I don't believe people when they say you shouldn't change your identity for those that don't even matter... but it's the opinion of those who don't matter that sticks deep. They expect everyone to be perfect and to look perfect and to dress perfectly. But I can never be perfect, no matter how much I push and pull, starve and eat; I can never achieve this goal that society has set before me.
Who am I to get attention. I am not appealing.. I am practically dead inside and I don't blame anyone for hating me. I hate me too...
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