Im not okay, i wish i was.

i beat myself up, tell myself how worthless i am, how stupid i am, how ugly i am and no one sees how fucked up i am inside. no one sees that i need help, but then again if they did see they wouldn't care.


3. .

I remember sitting in the bathroom most lunch breaks crying in the dark.

I'm scared to go back because I know it will just get worse.

It already is.

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