¿Cómo mierda le hago entender esto a la gente?

gettin' kinda tired

so sorry

scream in the pillow

Can't ask for more

eatyou

Hay cosas que simplemente, me hacen querer comerte.

justcrap

hello

*Hello, you don't know this but it's the answer to a lot of your questions.

*Hello, I hurt myself in the past, just for the fact I was unperfect, ugly, stupid and all of the things were my fault. I still have some scars because of that, and honestly... I keep doing it, sometimes.

*Hello, I also put myself in horrible situations, like... I was almost thirty pounds under my normal weight, and I spend a not short time in hospital for that.

*Hello, I have to tell you... everytime we go out for eating, the only thing I want is come back home so I can throw up and feel okay with myself.

*Hello, everytime I have a fight, you believe it or not, I think it's my fault, so I have this obsession of hurting myself to feel better. And I know how to do it, so it hurts, but no one notice it.

*Hello,  everytime you say something like "beautiful" to me, I feel like you're joking and  laughing at me. I think every nice word it's a huge lie.

*Hello, I don't like it when you look at me, I feel like you're watching how unperfect I am, and you're hoping I was prettier.

*Hello, I hate when you ask me to go to your home or somewhere with your friends, I hate it because I feel so observed, like every one will talk about how ugly I am.

*Hello, I'm not much for crying, but sometimes I do it just for the fact I looked myself in the mirror

*Hello, these were words that I don't dare to tell to you, because I'm weak... And all I want from you is your LOVE, not your PITY.

Ahhh, qué ganas de gritar todo esto. Qué nudo tan horrible >.<

fairyTale.

Leo lo que escribo, mis palabras, mis reacciones y otras cosas y pienso... Esto no demuestra ni la mitad de lo que soy. Parezco grosera, ignorante, tonta, poco femenina, etc. Pero bueno, que hablo si ni siquiera yo estoy segura de lo que soy. Pero si tengo claro que lo que la gente piensa de mi no está ni cerca de ser verdad. ¡Yo todavía creo en los cuentos de hadas! Todavía sigo encerrada en un castillo, y aunque el príncipe existe, aún no me rescata, el dragón que lo impide tiene forma de miedo, las brujas tienen forma de "amigos/as", las hadas suenan como canciones en mi lista de reproducción del celular, y yo... Bueno, yo estoy lejos de parecer una princesa.