Después de muchos meses y más de un año. Volví a caer
Stranger Things
YOU ARE THE REASON

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@julyasensation
Después de muchos meses y más de un año. Volví a caer
No matter how hard I pray Signs of warning still remain And life has become my enemy…♪
Have a Kanade
Yo hoy después de años limpia. Lo siento mucho
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...
Que tu propia madre diga que no es tu casa aunque la cuides como tal y que te deja vivir en ella cuando haces de todo. Tengo ganas de hacerme un código de barras. No aguanto. Necesito irme
Ya una rutina. No puedo estar sobria ni dejar de comer. Demen tips
Cada vez como más y estoy más gorda y más triste y más estancada
No tengo 🌱 ni alcohol. Tocará tarde de diaze pan y hacerme dibujos en la piel
Y todos me cuentan sus cosas y problemas. Pero quien me escucha a mí?
Volví a intentar desaparecer y aquí sigo. Aunque al menos estoy de baja
Vuelvo por aquí porque no estoy bien y ya ni sé que hacer
Demasiados pensamientos queriendo desvivirme