There is no point to anything. Why bother? I don’t understand. Why should I live? what’s the point?
I am ugly. Not just on the outside, I have an ugly personality. I hate myself for it. I can’t do anything right. I can’t do this shit anymore. I am not good enough.
I tried to purge while at the rink today. I never thought I could be there and feel so low. I never thought I’d ever be doing that there. I just didn’t know what else to do.
