This is my gift, my curse. This is my goodbye.
I feel like everyone around me is passing me by and I am stuck-I can't move. I'm always comparing myself to other people. And I'm never good enough. I'm not pretty enough, I'm not skinny enough, I'm not smart enough. I just don't measure up.
I think the world would be better off without me. I can just feel my world crumbling around me and I don't know how to stop it.
I'm scared, overwhelmed, hopeless. I feel smothered. I hate my life, I'm not happy. I want to go away for awhile. I feel suffocated here. I need to see what else is out there. I hate the cold-I want to go someplace warmer. I feel restless-I need to just get up and go. Sometimes I wish I could just drive and drive and drive. I don't care where-just not here. I want to-I NEED to start from scratch.
I need to lose weight-I'm tired of being "the fat one" or "the fat friend" I'm just so sick of it. I'm going on a diet. But I'm going to need help-so if you see me about to eat something bad-stop me. I want to show people at Christmas. I feel like that's all that people see when they look at me. Like I'm not good enough.
It's so hard to put into words EXACTLY how I feel. But this is my gift, my curse.
This is my goodbye
I think the world would be better off without me. I can just feel my world crumbling around me and I don't know how to stop it.
I'm scared, overwhelmed, hopeless. I feel smothered. I hate my life, I'm not happy. I want to go away for awhile. I feel suffocated here. I need to see what else is out there. I hate the cold-I want to go someplace warmer. I feel restless-I need to just get up and go. Sometimes I wish I could just drive and drive and drive. I don't care where-just not here. I want to-I NEED to start from scratch.
I need to lose weight-I'm tired of being "the fat one" or "the fat friend" I'm just so sick of it. I'm going on a diet. But I'm going to need help-so if you see me about to eat something bad-stop me. I want to show people at Christmas. I feel like that's all that people see when they look at me. Like I'm not good enough.
It's so hard to put into words EXACTLY how I feel. But this is my gift, my curse.
This is my goodbye