Dear diary...
I think there's no hope for me. And maybe there never was.
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Dear diary...
I think there's no hope for me. And maybe there never was.
Dear diary...
I will never be enough. Not for myself, not for anyone else.
And this is becoming so much clearer as days go by...
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to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
Dear diary...
I am not okay.
But I always have to pretend I am. And it's exhausting.
I don't know how much longer I can do this.
I hate myself.
I hate my face.
I hate my eyes.
I hate my ears.
I hate my nose.
I hate my mouth.
I hate my lips.
I hate my hair.
I hate my neck.
I hate my shoulders.
I hate my chest.
I hate my back.
I hate my belly.
I hate my hips.
I hate my arms.
I hate my hands.
I hate my fingers.
I hate my skin.
I hate my crotch.
I hate my thighs.
I hate my knees.
I hate my legs.
I hate my feet.
I hate my ankles.
I hate my toes.
I hate my smile.
I hate my laugh.
I hate my scars.
I hate my stretch marks.
I hate my bones.
I hate my body hair.
I hate my voice.
I hate my mind.
I hate my thoughts.
I hate my dysphoria.
I hate my depression.
I hate my anxiety.
I hate my eating disorders.
I hate my trauma.
I hate my nightmares.
I hate my past.
I hate my memories.
I hate my childhood.
I hate my adolescence.
I hate my adulthood.
I hate my existence.
I hate my life.
I just hate every single thing about myself so fucking much...
Dear diary...
I truly have no idea what to do at this point. I'm so lost, and so tired of trying for nothing.
Go ahead and kill me, can't get much stronger
HAYLEY WILLIAMS | Kill Me (In the Garden)
Dear diary...
I wish I could hug the girl I used to be... She deserved better.
Even she didn't deserve to be broken like this.
Dear diary...
This cycle of pain and fear I'm stuck in feels endless.
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Y’all better be drinking your water!
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did you drink water today 🫵😠