Another dead body inside my closet.

I'm not proud of my scars. I don't think they're beautiful.

You will never understand how much I hate myself.. I cut my skin every night. I cry every day. And I think about to kill myself every fucking minute, because I'm useless, I'm stupid, I won't be pretty and skinny. For most of people my feelings are stupid. 

They words have no sense for me. "You're skinny, you're beautiful, you're perfect..." it's just a lie. And I know it. Altought it maybe it's true for them, it's not for me. I can't see the truth in their words. 

I hate my scars. I hate myself even more.