All of you. I’m not well, I’m not sure. You share my pain, and even more.
Author
andthenweregone
You treat me so well, so beautifully well. You’d made any other girl cry with tears of joy. I’m a ***** for not loving you the way I should. I’m not pretty enough, I’m not skinny enough. My eyes aren’t colored and my personality isn’t the best. I want to kill myself. I want to starve myself. I want to take so many sleeping pills and forgot about money issues, about my future. I don’t want to lose anymore than I already have. Yes, I’ll do it. I’ll definitely end it, slowly, painfully.