I'd brace myself for the Impact if I were you
I'm sick of this. I'm sick of getting myself upset and crying because of everyone else. Everyday I look at all the girls and just,...I hate myself. I hate my body, I hate my face. I just hate the way I look. I want to be those girls. I want to be pretty and thin and sexy. But I can't do it. I just, its not....*Sigh*....I don't think about this anymore...well, partially. But its just...I have horrible self esteem, and I'm trying to fix it. But its hard, its so fucking hard when everyday of your life is met my kids who call you fat and ugly and say you are just...Grrr, thats it. I give up. I'm gonna eat again, I'm gonna be who I am and just forget about trying to be those girls, because they are all fucking fake. I will find a girl, someday, who loves me, exactly the way I am. Who will tell me I'm pretty and beautiful. I just wish I could find them now. I have no...no sgtrength. BAH, whatever. I'm sick of being emo, complaining. I'm gonna be happy dammit. My life is blunted, or it might be. I can't waste my time moping and being depressed because I'm not a stick or plastic. Grrr, anyway....done venting for now. Oh, and somebody please tell me how to get pictures in my journal. I'm stupid and can't figure it out. Anyway, farewell.
KaT
KaT