Reaching out to others is more of a weakness in my case. All those poor souls who try to care for me, they fall for me in my “on” state. When I am hyper, funny, and a joy to be around. It always comes back to this though.
I think my significant other has had enough. He actually loves me unconditionally too. I’m at a new low. He looks at me like I’m beautiful. Nobody will look at me like that again.
I hope I can be normal or find the courage to run away or die.
I’m ugly inside and out. Depression has me lazy and wasting time. Struggling to just finish my days.
Getting tattoos is more socially acceptable than cutting. I want to pour hydrogen peroxide on this new tattoo to hurt myself. I’m a fuck up.