One Thousand & Thirty Nine
Theme: Self letter
Dear Self,
Never, ever let yourself forget how ugly and worthless you are. You are a cheap, disgusting, fat bitch that deserves nothing but to feel pain. There's no point in forgetting this because there will always be someone to remind you. So if you want to do something right for once, save themselves the energy it takes and never let those thoughts go. Don't think anyone loves you, as you are not a loveable person. Let alone likeable. Why are you even alive? What the fuck is the point? You're a waist of oxygen. I hate everything about you. Your face is fat, your legs are fat, your arms are fat. Fat fat fat. You can pinch more then one in on you, you fucking slut. Make sure you stick your fingers down your throat more, you don't deserve food. Your skin is disgusting, covered in spots, your just one big blemish. Let's not even mention the scars on your big wobbly leg. Everyone thinks so little of you. Your just not worth saving. You couldn't even cut of a patients ligature today. Your no good at this job. Your no good at anything. Your not pretty and your not very bright. No one likes talking to you. They can't even tolerate you anymore. Your annoying. Even I've lost faith in you now.
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