Page 984 - Self-esteem

I think of all the celebrities.

I think of the girl I knew who commited suicide this past summer.

I think of myself.

It's unbelievable what you can hide with a smile.

I thought the war with myself was finally over, I was okay for a month.

Now that I look at it, I'm not as skinny or beautiful as I thought.

I'm pudgy with an ugly face, still as I was before; it never changed.

I wish I still felt the way I did last month.

Suicide is taking the easy way out, and there is no respect for that.

You didn't care. You're my best friend.

I pray every day that you will realize you aren't worthless. And you are strong.

Please. Don't hurt yourself anymore.

I'll stand by you. Even if that means standing at the edge of the world.

I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of being bigger than everyone else, I'm sick of being the one who never gets flirted with.

I don't want it to be like this but it has to be.

I'm slowly starving myself. And there's nothing I can do to change it.

I stared at myself in the mirror wearing a bikini and cried.

I tried to make myself sick but it didn't work, I just gagged.

I feel sick with myself. I'm fat, and because of that no one can ever like me.

I'm going to change. From now on, 500 calories a day and exercise.

If I'm not thin I'm worthless.