I know that you think that I think that I'm perfect. That all of my opinions are right and that everyone else is wrong. Just because I defend my opinion and it's not the same as your own. I forgot. You're always right and if I don't agree I then think that I'm better than everyone and that I'm Just. So. PERFECT. When, in reality. I hate my self. The tears I'm crying right now aren't because I'm throwing a fit. I hate myself sometimes. So much. I'm not fucking perfect. I'm fat. No one finds me attractive enough to date. My personality is so annoying and terrible that I'm even more unappealing. Even you've said that I'm such a negative person that there's no wonder no one likes me. You haven't ever hesitated in pointing out my flaws. Like I don't see them. I know how terrible of a person I am. I know how ugly people see me. And I hate myself so much. So much I imagine cutting into my skin. Or throwing up my food, yet, sometimes I just want to stop eating. Would I be perfect then? Would you stop with pointing out my flaws? Or would I never hear the end of how STUPID I was?
