PICTURE IT
You're sitting in math class, trying to work extremely difficult problems. The teacher yells at you, calls you an idiot, and says that you will fail in life if you can't get the problems right. You figure out what you're doing wrong, and work them some more. You feel confident about your abilities, and think that you're finally getting the problems right - some of them, you do. BUT, the teacher still yells and throws your self-esteem right into the fucking garbage. They make you feel like the lowest person on the planet; so low, shit would be offended for you to be called a piece of shit.
This is how I feel right now, except it's got nothing to do with math; and it's about a thousand times worse. I just can't handle it. My insecurities used to be only about my appearance. I loved my heart and my mind. Now, it's every fucking thing about me that I hate. I wish there was a way for me to get away from it all.
This is how I feel right now, except it's got nothing to do with math; and it's about a thousand times worse. I just can't handle it. My insecurities used to be only about my appearance. I loved my heart and my mind. Now, it's every fucking thing about me that I hate. I wish there was a way for me to get away from it all.