Everything in my life has been a crap show since last November. I've been waiting, almost a year now, for it to "get better." It's not going to. I realized why. Here are the reasons:
1. I'm repulsively ugly. Don't tell me I'm not. I do intense aerobics 2 hours every morning and eat one meal a day, but I'm still 30 or 40 pounds overweight and I can't seem to lose any weight at all. Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. I have bad skin. Red, ugly, patchy. People make fun of me al the time because I suck at doing my (straggly and awful) hair and make up. I'm also tall. Tall and fat. Disgusting. Awful.
2. I'm not in a relationship, probably because I'm so ugly. Been single since November. I've had a few "dates" since then, but guys never call me again because I repulse them with my giant hideous ugliness. I'm 24 and I've only had 3 relationships, none of which have lasted more than 6 months. If that's not a good reason to myself, I don't know what is. My friends will marry, have kids, not have time for me.I will be alone, which is scary considering how long life is. The idea of 50 or 60 more years of this, especially when they'll get progressively worse, is horrifying.
3. I don't really exist. When I'm not in the room with someone (and even sometimes when I am) no one thinks about
me. What is existence if not interaction, having an effect in the world? I don't. I don't exist. I'm not a human being. I'm a thing. A horrible, horrible, revolting, hatable thing. A bad thing.
4. I have absolutely no one in this city who would come, right now, if I called them and said I needed someone. They're all in relationships and I'm not, which means constant loneliness. They don't care about
me. They don't want me. I'm un-wantable, un-lovable. I realized, leaving work today, that I'm not going to see anyone or do anything all weekend long. This is it. I'm alone now, until Monday.
5. There's a horrible, revolting darkness buried in me that makes me evil and horrible and unlovable. If you knew me, you would understand what I'm talking about
. It's hard to explain here.
I sincerely hope that I die soon. I think it would be what's best for everyone because I'm on a one-way, unalterable track to turn into one of those people you see on the train or in the grocery store, fat fat fat fat fat fat fat and alone alone alone alone alone alone, talking to themselves. No one needs more people like that. Fat, awful people. I should have myself when I was 19 and seriously considered it one night in April. I'm sorry I changed my mind.
Post Edited By Moderator (getting by) : 9/26/2013 8:15:13 PM (GMT-6)