I wish

I wish I could peel my sick skin back, and dry my face on hot pavement

I wish I could be thrown into a paper shredder, so I could be physically destroyed

I wish I could burn my face in the oven, smack it around and rid of my face while being in intense physical pain

I wish I could cut my stomach and boobs off with a chainsaw

I wish I could tear myself apart limb by limb and feed myself to alligators

Ugly things deserve constant unbearable pain. The moment I can actually self harm without anyone noticing I’m cutting up everything with no hinderances. In the meantime I’m going to make sure my body hurts, every day for the rest of my life. It deserves it. I’m never going to recover and I don’t want to, recovery is for attractive women.