I want to go away.
I want to go to a place meant just for me.
My happy place.
I am free, happy, joyous, and powerful.
I am truly these things and so much more.
I am truly able to feel and not over think it so.
I am truly me.
I am truly perfect.
I feel so disgusting here.
I’m a disgusting crusty stain here.
Inside me is the most disgusting of all.
My slow and fragile mind, my pathetic heart, and my sorry soul.
My outside seems to reflect what my inside would look like very well.
I feel so hopeless here.
I don’t want this anymore.
I know apart of me believes that all of this is a sick and twisted lie and that I am so much more and better than what I say.
But to be honest it actually makes me nauseous and embarrassed to say such sweet things about myself.
I want to stop this all.
It goes on every day.
Please I just to to go away.
I want to go to my happy place.
I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I’m sorry please I’m so sorry to say these awful things.
