I feel depressed, pathetic, a good-for-nothing, inadequate, horrible. My boyfriend thinks I am fat and whiny and bitchy and fucked up. Apparently I am weak and fragile, everything is always my fault, I have no talent so I have to use sheer hard work. I have to apologize for being from a dysfunctional family, for being me. Everyday I wear a mask, I put on a facade, I lie to myself, I lie to everyone, I think of killing myself, I eat lesser and lesser, I hide more. All I wish now is for me to sleep and never wake up.
But hey, I’m fine.