2020 4 July :: 8.25am
I keep wondering what's the point of moving forward.
I'm a miserable person doomed to feel this way for the rest of life.
I won't make a good mother, I'll teach my child how to be spineless, how to be a doormat, how to pathetically let people walk all over them.
I can't even carry a conversation. I can't make friends. I'm just boring, fat and hideous.
I don't want to buy a house anymore. I don't want to be in a relationship. I don't want to take care of anyone but myself. I just want to be alone and hide in my little hole.
I just want to be let go, so I can start my homesick fade to white.
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