FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
I hate it all.
all of it.
I’m fucking blazed and I still feel like shit.
i just saw a picture of some girls legs.
and automatically I figured that she’d have some sort of scars on them.
something. but no, they were bare. And then I fucking looked at mine.
and I know that there not even that bad. But I can’t help but over analyze
them. Every morning I wake up, and see fucking scars and scars and more.
everywhere. My legs, my wrists, my hands, my arms, my side, my stomach.
I just want them gone… fuck. just forever.
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