there is something wrong...there is always something wrong. It happens when ever I think I'm starting to get happy again. Just when I get a gleam of hope something in the world takes that away from me...and I hate it. I know that I'm not supposed to be putting myself down but can you at least for once look at it my way? I mean all I see when I look in the mirror is fat, it's all there! Do you want to know how much I weigh? 178 pounds...and I'm only 5'6" Do you know how bad that feels? I mean I'm popping out of everything, I hate my entire boby, the stretch marks the weight the boating everything! I just want to cut it all off...but I guess I talk about it too much.. but I thought that's what you all are always telling me to do. But when I start to open up and start to think and talk about my feelings...my real feelings. I get yelled at or I get that horrible look, and now that fat b***h of a mom of mine is threatening me again... well ******** you all
 Inarie · Thu Sep 17, 2009 @ 05:07am · 0 Comments |
