“It has been a very strange and Armageddon-ish couple of weeks…”

“Everything is falling apart and I feel so lost…”

“I was a shy, ugly duckling who was bullied by others…”

“Is being antisocial wrong?”

“I’m 5’2, weigh around 80 to 90 pounds, but I think I’m fat…”

I don’t think anyone will ever want me…

Why do people think everything can be perfect?

I need to be skinny!

I have recently found myself depending on someone else for my happiness…

Why do people get mad at you and threaten you with jail and hospitals when you want to die?