17 November 2012
I look at myself in the mirror with such hatred, I see imperfection looking back at me, blue tearful eyes that glare back with no emotions shown in them. I see mascara running down my pale, pasty face from the pain that people give me. I try and make myself believe that I am worth it, but it's just easier to give up an go back to bed where I cry myself into a sleep full of horror and nightmares.
Opuss № I