operator: 911, please hold.
me: stop murdering me for a sec; we're on hold.
mom: *calls my name*
mom: *yells my name*
mom: WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME
me: i'll do it at 7PM
me: oops too late gotta wait till 8 now
friend: hey let's take a picture together.
me: ew, no. I'm ugly.
THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU NEED TO GO TO THE TOILET BUT...
When you hear your mom say your name on the phone: →
talking shit again are we?
Parents: Everyone should be jealous of you. You're good-looking and a caring person and I love you.
Friends: You're amazing. I love you and I'm jealous of your looks. I wish I was like you.
Me: I look in the mirror in disappointment. I hate what I see. I am constantly paranoid that when people laugh, they are laughing at me. I feel like my friends only are my friends because they feel bad for me. I wish I could be different, look different, act different. I hate myself. I feel alone. I am ugly. I am fat. I am worthless.