Would-You-Regret-It?

So… I had an emotional breakdown in science class today.

We were doing an experiment with mirrors, and it involed looking in them… I freaked out because I hate they way I look so much, and why wouldn’t I? There’s a lot to hate. But anyways, I had to leave the room ‘to use the washroom’ AKA cry and cut. Sorry for my rant…

I want to curl up in a ball, and quite honestly just drop dead.

Nothing ever seems to go right for me.

A majority of the time I just really want to take a nap on some train tracks.

I have never once been called beautiful or even pretty without putting myself down first.

Ever.

I hate when I have all these emotions on my mind, but I don’t want to bother anyone with my problems or show weakness.

It breaks me inside, and I just need a really long hug.

I feel better when I eat for about five minutes… Then everything gets ten times worse than it was before.

Other people: You're being way to critical with yourself, quit veiwing the glass as half empty!

Me: There's a lot to be critical about, and the glass has nothing in it anymore, and it's a drought.