It’s just not normal to hate yourself this much
I can’t tell you how much I wish I was someone else. Every single day it’s like I’m afraid of my own reflection. I get worked up when I see my body. I stare all these pictures of these perfect model women. Celebrities, actresses, performers, athletes. I want to be like them so badly. I cry every single morning. My wails feel like prayers. There are literal astronauts falling back to earth as I type this and I’m just…like even is the point of my own life. I used to be so smart. I used to be talented and full of life, and now I just I don’t know. I feel like I’m mourning myself. I genuinely feel like I’m not even here anymore. I don’t recognize myself. I’m so ashamed of who I am all the time. I just wish I didn’t feel so worthless all the time. All the damn time. I just can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to be me. I hate being me.