i absolutely despise myself. smoking in the past has left me constantly craving more, but i haven’t caved yet. i am uncomfortable with my body and my stammer is getting out of control. the thought of having a conversation with another human being makes me nauseous. the last and only guy i went out with only took interest in me to go after my ex best friend. i’m failing my exams, and i really have no purpose.
i’m scared to let people in. i don’t think i’m supposed to have friends. even when i was little, friendships were hard for me. i was picked on a lot. i dont even know why i’m doing this i’m skipping school because the idea of going makes me want to impale myself with a battle axe and i’m worked up this is b*******