3 weeks ago i tried to kill myself. and i didn't succeed. they sent me to a mental institution. i spent my 3 days there crying. when i got home i spent another 2 or 3 days crying. i don't want to go back to the world. i feel so fucked up. all i can think about is my weight and how much i want to die. i gained a whole fucking pound and it's all i can think about. it might even just be water weight. it's still all i can think about. feel so fat even though i KNOW i'm extremely underweight.
when i got home, i realized that everyone i knew other than my family was just guys. guys who had no interest in me other than for my body. i feel cheep. especially because tomorrow night i'm going to "hang out" with this guy for 500 dollars. we agreed to no sex but otherwise there's no rules so far. i feel like such a whore. i don't even need the money. i don't why i'm doing this. i'm also going to do a nude photoshoot tomorrow morning with this photographer who's like in love with me. why though?? i can't figure it out for the life of me. he sends me emails about how beautiful i am and it repulses me. but he's paying me right? i half think i just enjoy the thrill of doing something that's so wrong. how fucked up is that? did i mention i'm only 15? each sentence just makes me sound worse and worse. whore with an eating disorder maybe? yeah, that probably sums it up. or how 'bout how just a little while ago i seduced some 21 year old and told him i was 18. and he was really hesitant about me being 18 too. let alone 15. or what about how tomorrow i'm ALSO going to meet this guy who pays me to hang out with him and poor him drinks and tell him how not worth it he is. it turns him on. and he LIKES me manipulating him to give me all his money. what a sunday, eh? first illegal photoshoot, (with photographer who's admit to "falling for me") then a date with the guy with the creepy fetish, and then... well the guy who... well i dunno what he's gunna do with me yet. the worst part is; it's not even as if i'm doing something with any future in it. it's just easy money that i don't need. oh. and did i mention the weirdest part of the whole thing? i'm a virgin. sure i've hooked up with ppl. but i've still never actually had sex. and the idea that i'm almost sixteen and still a virgin is starting to really bug me. so now i'm trying to decide which of my "friends" i can actually consider "fuckable" i'm not gunna turned 16 a virgin. i just won't do it. is it fucked that these are the things that matter to me? oh yeah, i forgot! i also dropped out of school which i'm sure u could've guessed pretty easy. that's right. fucked up all the way.
Tags: sex,
regret,
virgin,
suicide,
money
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