Just when you think you’re getting a little better, life decides to make you go back to square one. I disgust myself:/

one day i will consider myself pretty enough, i’m just not quite there yet..

The Voice

• Me: Today should be a good day.
• The Voice: Today will be like every other day. A total disaster.
• Me: Wow, I look pretty today.
• The Voice: Look at you. You're disgusting. Do you see all those imperfections? Why are you so ugly?
• Me: They're not ignoring me on purpose. I shouldn't take it personally.
• The Voice: No one wants to see you. No one wants to talk to you. Who wants to hang around a freak?
• Me: I can do better in school.
• The Voice: Your grades are terrible. You might as well have straight F's. You should just drop out now. You can't pull up those grades.
• Me: Maybe someone actually does care about me.
• The Voice: No one cares about you. They're all pretending to like you. No one will ever love you. You don't deserve love.
• Me: I will stop destroying my body.
• The Voice: No, you won't. You're a slave to self-harm. You will be for the rest of your life.
• Me: I have to start thinking more positive;
• The Voice: Disgusting. Fat. Ugly. Worthless. Weird. Freak. Depression. Suicide. Blades. Blood. Death. Why are you still here? No one wants you hear. They'll be better off without you. No one will care if you're gone.
• Me: When will I be truly happy? When will this depression end?
• The Voice: Never. Better get comfortable. As long as I'm here, you'll stay in the darkness. Welcome to Hell, sweetie.