I Wish I Wasn't So Disgusting. And So Ugly.

I wish I wasn't so disgusting. And so ugly.

Someone told me I have lost weight. I'm glad. I'll keep going until I can smile at my reflection in the mirror.

There's something interesting about the absence of existence.

I came into this world and I'm not allowed to leave. Why is living so difficult? And why is death so ironic?

I wish I wasn't so hungry all the time. And I'm not talking about physical nourishment.

I need to stop and take control of myself, of my life, of things... I'm stained by sin again and I can't seem to stop and drive myself to the Lord.

I just hope He won't give up on me...

And here I am, about to eat like a pig again.

(Still not satisfied.)

My physical is shaking, no kidding. Damn. I definitely will get addicted to coffe, I can tell.