imperfections

I’m feel so self-conscious when I talk to people one on one. I always try to avoid their gaze so they don’t have to take a close look at my face.

Fml.

I just want to feel wanted for once.

I hate school mirrors so much. They magnify my every facial imperfections, from little pimples, those cystic acne, discolorations, to those acne scars.

Why can’t I be perfect like Emily.

I wish I was skinnier. I’m so mad at myself for allowing food into my stomach. I fucking hate my stomach. I fucking hate myself. I want to burn my dresses because I feel so self-conscious in dresses.

Please don’t look at me in the face when you talk to me.