I know there are people who suffer more and less then do I. I am just tired of the pain. Just tired. I smile on the outside till I get home then I am myself which believe me is not worth being here. The ironic part of it all is I deal with people who need me to encourage them, what a joke. What I do for others I can not do for myself. I do the meds, therapy self talk and all those nice things, yet here I am in my own hell, funny isn't. Lets see I came from being abused, self injury,divorced, fat, ugly and useless to myself, etc.... I don't feel sorry for myself I am just dead to myself.
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