Today is day 5,293 of my life.
I am sick of who I am. I despise my own reflection. No, not because I think I am ugly, or because I think I am fat, but because I am me. Every morning, I contemplate punching the mirror so hard that my personality bleeds out from my knuckles. Every morning, I contemplate bleeding my personality out of me. I have tried
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if you need reassurance of what you are, or how others (or at least me) see you. call. i will spill my heart out to you Danny.
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Mind you I have much more to say on this but that sentance, although very generic, is the truth. I wont be home for quite sometime but I will add to that
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