When each day passes by, I can’t help but feel more and more empty and alone.
When each day passes by, all I can do is hate myself even more.
I hate every single detail about me and no matter how many times she tells me I’m beautiful and perfect, there will never be a day where I’ll believe it.
I hate myself from head to toe, top to bottom. Every single little detail.
I hate my nose, it’s too wide. I hate my eyes, they’re too big. I hate my hair, it’s so straight. I hate my lips, they’re always dry and gross. I hate my hands, they’re too wrinkly. I hate my stomach, it’s too fat. I hate my arms, they’re too hairy. I hate my thighs, they’re covered in scars. I hate my legs, every time I shave, the hair grows back too quickly. I hate my existence.
I want to die.