my teeth hurt. I want to take them out. All of them. With my own hands.

My ear hurts.

I want to throw up. But I hadn’t ate anything,so I don’t have what to throw up.

I’m going to cut myself. Nobody gonna stop me　. I know I promised myself last time I won’t because it’s summer and my wounds can be easily seen. But my fat entire body has unseen places.

I need you here with me

I feel anxiety attack blowing up. I need to throw up. But I can’t. My fucking stomach hurts badly and I don’t want to eat just so that I could throw up. I want to starve myself to death.

No,mom,I’m not saving money for some fucking fancy camera or clothes. I’m saving them for runaway. For plane tickets. For flat. For place to stay. To runaway for this fucking place.

Because I never was good enough. Doesn’t matter if I try or not.

I AM A FAILURE.

What’s the point anymore?