February 2012
what's the point, it just gets bad again.
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it turns out you actually can't trust anybody, no...
I wish my weight is as low as my self esteem.
Mum: You never do anything for me.
Mind: I fake a smile.
I hide my problems from you to avoid you getting stressed.
I cover my scars.
I don't talk to you so you don't have to put up with me.
I pretend to be mentally stable.
Me: sorry.
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my mind set consists of: smile, please eat, do...
