8:20 p.m.
*casually vents on nota*
I hate my body, I hate my smile, I hate my hair, I hate my legs, I hate my chest, I hate my acne, I hate my face, I hate school, I procrastinated, I lie, I’m a lier, I’m selfish, I bottle up
feelings, I can’t show my real emotions, I might break, I feel numb, I feel unloved, I hate too much attention, if I were to rate my hate for my family it would be 7/10, I want to run
away, I want to take a knife and slash it across my chest, my arms, my back, my legs, my stomach, I want to replace my skin, I want to tear it all off and find a new one, I can’t cry,
I just can’t, if I do then people will worry, I don’t like people worrying about me, I can take care of myself, I can’t heal fully, it’s permanent, they’ll never go away, I’ll never be able
to be me, my true trauma has been resent, I love my friends more than my family.
*things that help cope me*
My boyfriend, my music, my shows, drawing my feelings, skateboarding, the wind, running in the rain, splashing in puddles, dreaming of a good life, hugs, hiding away mad crying,
punching myself till bruises, hugging myself, laying in bed thinking to myself, fire, drawing on myself/drawing lines instead of yk, sitting outside, nature, snapping bracelets against
my wrists. Lots more.
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