Would-You-Regret-It?

Calling an anorexic’s body disgusting, hurts just as much as call an over weight person’s body disgusting.

When you’re so sad your heart actualy hurts.

I have become so numb, I can’t even feel loved when someone hugs me.

I can’t feel anything any more.
I don’t want to be alone, I want to be held and told it’s ok. I want to be loved.

I just heard that one of my best friends got her first 8 kisses (from 8 different guys!) last year.

I mocked her, because we were only in grade 7.

But now I feel so alone, because people love her, and no one could ever love me…

I just want someone that I can depend on, and love for my own…

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I have learned to make my face blank, void of all emotion,

But what’s much harder is keeping my arms blank, and trying not to spill all my built up, hidden emotions there.

I hate that feeling, when after I cry for hours, that headache. What’s even worse though is the heartache.