I’m lonely and depressed and pathetic and stupid and ugly and a terrible person. A really really horrible awful terrible person.
You look terrible in all your clothes
Any time appearance comes up you feel ugly and uncomfortable
No guy wants you
You have zero confidence
Your legs and arms are whales and your stomach is revolting
All your friends are hotter than you
I was better for a while. But now I’m craving control and this is the only way to get it back. Back to this. So sickly happy.
No one will ever want me. Never. Ever. I’m gross and ugly and fat and plain old undesirable. Might as well kill myself. Nothing will ever come of me. I’m hopeless and meaningless and pathetic and disgusting. I deserve nothing.
Is it awful and horribly wrong that I have a crush on my thirty-five year old coworker who’s married and has two kids..? I’m twenty.