tired and uninspired

There is honestly no space on my wrists anymore. There’s no space left on my thighs. I hate purging. I hate starving. I hate eating. I hate not being good enough. I just wonder why I bother. Such a young age, & I’ve already attempted suicide. It hurts waking up, it hurts to smile, I just hate everyone. I’m so pathetic I disgust myself, I hate my bipolar, self-harmer, anorexic, bullimic self.