I have things that I want to say, but right now I'm just too exhausted to defend them.

Last summer my heart raced at the thought of holding someone's hand.
Now, nothing short of ripping my own flesh will make my heart race like that.
And now i'm just a shell of the boy i was.
I left him in the woods too long-
He was just a boy left for dead.

We all hate ourselves.

Thigh gap. nothing upsets me more than the thought of people starving themselves for there to be a space between their legs. Or making themselves vomit just to have a flat stomach- or to be able to see there ribs. Why does society's version of beauty have to be stick thin plain white girls. 

Why can't we all be beautiful? 

you might not be able to fit in that definition of "beauty" but I still think that you're lovely. and I know that my thought don't matter. 

And I want you to be content with who you are as a person. I want nothing more than for you to be happy. 

I still hate myself most days.

Let's see if I can articulate this properly.

Nothing. 

Nailed it.