H-E-L-P. Help me.

10677) you’d know that i hate my body. i’m not one of those skinny girls who dislike their body. i’m not skinny at all. i’m fat and i genuinely hate my body. i’ve tried so much to lose weight, but it doesn’t work. i had a breakdown today, because i tried a dress on that’s my size and it didn’t fit me. i hate my body and i hate myself for that.

Been there. Wrote the fucking manual on this shit.

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I need to become famous.

Just so my family will remember I’m here.

I can’t believe that I am moving down to my hometown, near half of my family, and I’m pretty sure they won’t talk to me there either. Unless they need something. And even then, they won’t.

I’m the youngest, yeah. But I’m not stupid. I’m not boring. I’m not lame. I’m family.

God, it’s really sad when your own family doesn’t even remember you exist. If it wasn’t for my mommy, I probably would have been a much bigger fuck up. I love her too much to ruin her life. But still.

I want to be a part of my family. I wish I had a sibling or something. Someone close to me that would be with me forever, no matter what.

Friends come and go, but family is forever. And no one even cares that I’m sitting here struggling to love myself because nobody shows me that they love me. I just want my own god damned family to support me, or even acknowledge my existence!

God, I frikin’ hate myself.

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