I can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror without shedding a tear, fighting back my instinct to break the mirror and distort the already distorted and ugly image in from of me.I look down at my arms and barely to and fight the urge to do it again. I lost again. I’m fighting a losing battle. Bursting images of dangling feet and a thick sisal rope engulf me everytime I shut my eyes. Each time one step closer to the day I do it. The day I put an end to my undying and relentless pain.
The day I’ll finally begin to live.
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I hate my looks too. The weird thing is I sometimes think I look OK. Weird how I can view myself as ugly and attractive. A mind fuck, yes?
yeah such a mind fuck. But I get what you mean. Sometimes there bad days, sometimes okay.. but good days are rare for me.