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My Mind, Fucked Up

My mind is so fucked up.
I don’t know why I’m here.
What’s the point?
No one would miss me.
Why would they?

I don’t belong.
I’m worthless.
Just another body, a waste of space.
They say they’ll miss me.
All lies.

They make me laugh.
I know I’m just a burden.
Not worth the stress.
I’m self-destructive.
And I can’t be saved.

My mind is so fucked up.
The highs are uncomfortable.
The lows, unbearable.
I have no control.
Still, everything’s my fault.

I want so badly to love myself.
But I know I don’t deserve it.
And I don’t deserve your love either.
I deserve nothing.
I’m delusional.

These thoughts, these emotions…
They’re too much.
I’m frozen, in shock.
Yet somehow I’m screaming, pleading.
Please God, what is the meaning?

My mind is so fucked up.


Ugly

Ugly…
The first word that pops in my head when I look in the mirror.
Is that not normal? Is that not the same for you?
If it is, how do you hide your self-hatred so well?
How do you feel so comfortable showing off your body?

I wish I could be like you.
I wish I could feel comfortable getting dolled up, taking photos of myself.
But I don’t.
Instead I hide my womanly features, I hide from the camera.
Why?
If I put effort into my appearance, people will think I think I look good, and then judge me for still being ugly.
Sounds silly, right?
I know, but I can’t even look in the mirror in a public restroom out of fear that other women will see me freshening up my look, and then judge me for even trying when there is nothing I can do to look pretty.
Same goes for photos.

Don’t get me wrong. I take selfies, but I feel weird sharing them.
I feel weird looking at them.
I just don’t feel special enough, I don’t feel worthy.
All I see is flaw after flaw after flaw.
And I dread when my friends want to take photos with me.
I always look so ugly compared to them.
It depresses me.
But still I take photos with them, to make them happy.

I hate that I feel this way. I wish I could get past it.
I always try to convince myself that I am beautiful, but it’s hard.
How can I believe such a thing when there is no proof?
Rarely do I receive compliments on my looks.
My mom always told me that’s because no one compliments the pretty girl.
I know that’s not true.

And so what if I am really ugly?
What’s wrong with that?
Why can’t I accept it and own it?
Why can’t I just be comfortable in my own skin?

My biggest regret so far is that I’ve never learned to love myself.
I took my youth for granted, I wasted it feeling insecure and ashamed.
And now that chapter in my life is over.
It sucks.
But I guess all I can do now is pick up the pieces and try.
Try to see beauty through my doubt.
I just don’t know if it’s possible.
No matter what I do, when I look in the mirror, all I see is ugly.
…Ugly.