WARNING THIS CHAPTER TALKS ABOUT SUICIDE!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
I'm so tired, I need to cry but nothing is coming out of my eyes. My eyes are raw. I'm already allergic to my tears anyway. I feel forgotten by everyone. Like I don't exist. My birthday is coming up. I hate birthdays it's a yearly reminder that I'm a mistake, with no friends, and that everyone loathes me. I don't deserve to breathe this air. I don't want to try anymore. Breathing is a burden. Maybe he is right I am a whore who deserves to die in a fire. I don't want to be alive anymore. Basic hygiene in a burden. Why am i still here? I hate my time being wasted, yet I'm wasting it. I'm so tired. I have ruined everyone's life by breathing. I've destroyed everything in my life. I have no control. I do have control of one thing. It's weather I continue to ruin people's lives or kill myself.
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RandomThis is a story of me trying to identify my feelings and just my life with my roller coaster Of feelings such as body Dysmorphia, depression, anxiety, stomach issues and an Undiagnosed eating disorder. ⚠️THIS CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE⚠️
