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Kennish
Specialist
- Aug 17, 2021
- 379
I hate myself. I hate my body. I hate clothes. It doesn't matter what I buy. It's either to tight or too loose. Or too big or too small. My skin sticks to my skin. When skin is touching skin. I hate myself. I hate that I can't get out of this hell. Bought new jacket today because it's too cold where I am. But I never get satisfied with what I buy.
Returned some boots I got in Christmas gift, to a bigger size. I can't explain it. Nothing fits me. Nothing. I hate my body soooo much. Everyday. I hate my skin. I hate my life. I'm just rambling. The doctors says it OCD but I don't believe them. I truly believe theres something wrong with my body. There's always been.
There's always something about my body that irritated me. My crotch sticks and itches. Ive recently called my old boss to ask for my job back. But if I get it I have to drive like 50-60 km to get to work. And I would need to get new clothes for the work.
I can't anymore. It's so hard for me to wear clothes. It's so hard for me to be in my body. And I hate that I have never meet anybody that has the same as me.
I hate life. I should never have been here in the first place. I have sn and anti-emetics. I have a way out. I want to get N. I don't really want to die. I want to be able to breathe and have a life, but everything is just a struggle for me.
I'm just rambling. Sorry about that. I'm just writing this because I don't know what else to do. Other than hating myself and my "condition".
I'm so depressed. I hate it.
I don't think it will ever get better. I can't see it happening. Never. Fuck life.
"Happy" new year from a troubled soul in Denmark.
Returned some boots I got in Christmas gift, to a bigger size. I can't explain it. Nothing fits me. Nothing. I hate my body soooo much. Everyday. I hate my skin. I hate my life. I'm just rambling. The doctors says it OCD but I don't believe them. I truly believe theres something wrong with my body. There's always been.
There's always something about my body that irritated me. My crotch sticks and itches. Ive recently called my old boss to ask for my job back. But if I get it I have to drive like 50-60 km to get to work. And I would need to get new clothes for the work.
I can't anymore. It's so hard for me to wear clothes. It's so hard for me to be in my body. And I hate that I have never meet anybody that has the same as me.
I hate life. I should never have been here in the first place. I have sn and anti-emetics. I have a way out. I want to get N. I don't really want to die. I want to be able to breathe and have a life, but everything is just a struggle for me.
I'm just rambling. Sorry about that. I'm just writing this because I don't know what else to do. Other than hating myself and my "condition".
I'm so depressed. I hate it.
I don't think it will ever get better. I can't see it happening. Never. Fuck life.
"Happy" new year from a troubled soul in Denmark.