i mean i'm supposed to be the clever, pretty, well adjusted, child
instead i'm the one that made themselves throw up every meal for a year and then fucking scar themselves for life
i mean i'm not even that clever
i'm good at telling stories but academically i'm slightly above average
and i don't have enough vindication for a career path
i mean what the fuck am i going to do with an arts degree
once i'm done with this fucking school that is
and i'm not really as pretty as people think i am
though ironically i'm thinner than i was when i wouldn't eat for three days at a time
even if it cleared up it would still be scarred to fuck
and the more i type this out the more i realise i sound like one of those vapid girls i swore i'd never become
but i wonder how much of it was really vapidness and how much was just internalised hatred
i can't burden my family with my problems
it's just not fair on them
and i cost so much to keep
oh fuck my work uniform shows my forearms
i didn't think about that
better get prepared for a lot of questions
but most of all i'm pissed i won't be able to wear that suit i made for a while until i'm healed enough to feel comfortable showing my skin again
this was a helpful vent yes