I doubt my every move and want to die.
I finally told my mom. She told me that is was just something teens go through.
Do all teens think about suicide and write about how much they hate themselves in a journal?
I didn't think so, Mom.
We were all singing "We will rock you" and when I was doing the stomping and clapping, you pointed at me and said, my leg jiggled when I stomped.
Everyone laughed. I've never felt more ugly.
Every day before I shower I look at myself in the mirror, I see the same ugly fat body.
I keep telling myself that inner beauty is what matters.
I just wish I could wake up one day and believe it.
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Some awesome lists!
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One screams at me, tells me I'm a worthless bitch, but cradles me in my darkest and most miserable hours.
The other is mostly silent, but in those dark hours, whispers my worst fears.
They typically never agree, except for the fact that I'm not worth loving.
I want to come out to my family and friends, but I can't because I've heard stories of gay bullying and am afraid if I come out, I'll be just the next victim.
I'm afraid if I come out, I'll be targeted and harrassed. But I can't keep it a secret much longer.
What do I do?
