I looked at the mirror today. Fuck, I’m hideous and ridiculously horrid to look at. I’ve cut earlier on my left arm. Seven horizontally and two vertically, overlapping the rest. They aren’t deep enough to bleed thoroughly but the scars won’t fade.
I’ve made myself uglier. Something’s wrong with me. I try to tell myself to see myself as perfectly as possible, with two legs and two arms, a head and two eyes. But I just make myself uglier. I want someone to make me feel beautiful and appreciated, but nobody does, even myself. Am I selfish and vain for wanting this?