When did I become so picky?
When did I lose control?
When did I first doubt myself?
I hate myself above all other things.
I'm so fat, ugly, and disgusting.
I can't cope with reality. It scares me.
I'll never meet my standards. Endless battle for perfection that I cant attain.
I start strong and give up when I slightly falter.
When did I strive for this perfection?
I'm a mess and I know it.
I don't care it seems, and yet I do so much.
It's impossible to not care.
whatever, fuck it.
