I fucking hate being so unloveable.
I have absolutely no joy in life. I wish of killing myself more than anything in the world, but I know that my parents would blame themself for the rest of their life. I hate myself, and I hate almost everything else in this pathetic world. Every time I look in the mirror, all I want to do is cry. I don’t feel like I was supposed to be born to this planet. I was supposed to be somewhere else, somwhere i could fit in and feel needed and that i belonged. I look up to the stars, hoping that somebody will see me and take me away. Take me to the place I’m supposed to be.
living alone, dying alone.
what do you do when your life is shit and self harm is not an option because your psychologist checks your body for scars?
my fucking fuck, this is the second time a weheartit account of mine gets blocked because of nudity.