I am a horrible person. I am a 19 year-old-girl living with my wonderful parents, in a comfortably large house, living on my parents upper-middle class income. I've always done well in school, and currently I'm commuting to a local university will a full-tuition scholarship. It seems like I should have nothing to complain about, and I don't. But I hate living. I don't hate my LIFE, I know I'm very lucky, I just hate MYSELF. I'm overweight and I have been for most of my life, and I've never been one of those girls that wakeup, throw some clothes on, and walkout the door looking gorgeous. And before you comment, realize this...I know that a large portion of the world has it harder than me, and that they would feel blessed living in the same conditions. But I have deep loathing of myself. I sometimes wish God would kill me (not that I'm sure I believe in God,) or someone would kill me. Becuase, when it comes down to it, I don't have the guts to kill myself...unfortunately.
Tags: death,
hate,
self-pity
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