I hate hate hate it when people compare problems like it’s a fight between who self harms the most or who takes the most anti depressants. It’s ridiculous, how can someone compete with someone else about something like this? I just don’t understand. An illness is and illness. It’s like telling someone who’s got cancer is worse than someone with kidney failure, like no. people.

Sometimes when I look in the mirror, for a second I think my face is pretty. Then I notice my dark circles, pudgy cheeks, big nose, buggy eyes, and I remember how ridiculously ugly I am. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, for a second I think my body is attractive. Then I notice my muffin top, love rolls, flabby arms, huge thighs, and I remember disgustingly fat I am. When people say I’m “beautiful”, I wonder what exactly they see in me that I can’t.

yeah, anything sharp. usually blades. or knifes. of needles. or broken glass. you know, stuff that will cut well.