I am alone and invisible. I am dead inside and am a zombie because of that. I'm a monstrous liar, a waste of air and space. I'm awkward, weird, ugly, fat, useless, misunderstood, unimportant, a disappointment, a failure, a shame... in other words I fucking hate myself. One of these days I'll get better, but until then, the monster slowly eats me alive....
I've been cutting since November 2010, and have suicidal thoughts daily. I just want to escape into a wonderland, because this world is too painful to stay in. Oh and I hate everyone, why are you humans so stupid?
Days Clean: 56.
