That moment, when you lay in bed, and just cry. Cry and cry and cry and cry and cry because of how much you hate yourself. Because you realized everyone else hates you too. Because your fat and ugly and annoying and pathetic and weird and different. Because you’ve realized the world would be a better place without you and that people would probably be happy if you would just disappear. And that every time you look in the mirror you just want to break down and cry because of you disgusting fat and ugly you are. When you wonder why anyone would ever love you. Why you even bother getting up and going to school and socializing and walking home and eating and breathing. Everyday I walk down those long hallways hating myself, so why do I even fucking bother?

(Source: h4nnuh, via weareonlyyoungonceee)