You have no any idea what its like to want to kill your self every single day, to have to force your self to cut to feel un-guilty and ashamed of your anymore, to look in the mirror and cry because the reflection of the persons staring back at you is fat.What its like to always be the ugly friend,never the first choice,being used, and spending your weekends crying with your room locked, curled up in a ball with no one to talk to, and the worst self harm again because your so sick of this world we live in today. So please don’t tell me your gonna be there for me if your gonna fucking leave me the second I need you.So don’t pretend to care , don’t pretend to relate, cause you can’t . So let me keep carrying on with destroying myself. If you really want to save me from the biggest battle I face every single day , my self. So let me disappear.