I HATE me

[dear_emily]

Eating, nor cutting, nor writing, nor listening to music, nor starving, nor crying, nor talking, nor laughing, nor trying to forget all the bad things help me. I am just so blah. I want to just curl up in a ball and go away. A nice, tiny little ball. Disappear into the darkness. I have no real friends. I have no real life. I'm fat. I'm ugly. I'm a horrible person. I do everything wrong. No one wants me. No one likes me. I'm average; no one wants to be average. I hate my life. I hate myself. I hate everything. I wish people could just understand the lonliness I go through. The hate I feel for myself. I am the stupidest person ever. I never do anything right. I'll never be loved. I'll never find that one man who loves me for me...because the person who I am is a worthless, good for nothing, waste of air. I HATE ME. I hate everything about me: the way I look, the way I chew, the way I talk, the way I can't be perfect.

I'm so lonely. I feel so alone, so nothing. I am nothing. I am nothing to everyone.

I just want friends. I just want love.