Feb. 17th, 2006
I really hate myself.
Feb. 17th, 2006 09:47 pmI'm looking through the photos I took of myself today. I don't know if I'll put them up or not - possibly not. I don't want people making fun of how I look. I'm terrified. I also feel I'm not pretty enough to make art out of.
I'm not being, you know, false and fishing for compliments or any shit like that. I honestly feel this way about myself and I feel like crying cause I feel like there's NOTHING I can do about it. I used to be so fucking skinny. I miss those days. I hate how I look now. I think I look terrible.
I'm not being, you know, false and fishing for compliments or any shit like that. I honestly feel this way about myself and I feel like crying cause I feel like there's NOTHING I can do about it. I used to be so fucking skinny. I miss those days. I hate how I look now. I think I look terrible.
Not coping.
Feb. 17th, 2006 10:17 pmI don't know if' it's cause my period is due in the next three days, or whether it's because I've been in non-stop pain. I just feel like I'm going crazy. That all there is in my life is pain and coping with pain.
I want to go running. I want to go to a disco. I want to play at the beach. I want to swim twenty laps of the fifty-metre pool. I want to do fifty sit-ups and get my abs back. I want to walk to school, walk up that hill like it never bothered me like I used to. I want to rock on stage and feel alive. I want to have the energy to sing my best.
I do not want to need my heatpack more than once a month. I do not want to be taking any more pills for the pain. I do not want to miss another day of school for pain. I do not want to have to compromise on my life work because of my pain. I don't want to have to give up a session of drawing cause I'm just too sore.
I don't want to feel useless anymore. I don't want to feel old, or fragile, or ugly.
I want those hooks that rip at my insides to be melted and poured away. I want to feel strong and healthy again.
I want to go running. I want to go to a disco. I want to play at the beach. I want to swim twenty laps of the fifty-metre pool. I want to do fifty sit-ups and get my abs back. I want to walk to school, walk up that hill like it never bothered me like I used to. I want to rock on stage and feel alive. I want to have the energy to sing my best.
I do not want to need my heatpack more than once a month. I do not want to be taking any more pills for the pain. I do not want to miss another day of school for pain. I do not want to have to compromise on my life work because of my pain. I don't want to have to give up a session of drawing cause I'm just too sore.
I don't want to feel useless anymore. I don't want to feel old, or fragile, or ugly.
I want those hooks that rip at my insides to be melted and poured away. I want to feel strong and healthy again.