I'm a 15 year old girl, and I hate like everything about myself. I'm bulumic. I think I'm ugly and fat, but people say I'm not. I don't believe them, and probably never will. I tried commiting suicide, but got caught. The only thing keeping me here is my girlfriend (I'm Bi), I love her so much. My dad's a deadbeat and my mom lives in New York. I live with my sister. I cry almost every night because my appearance puts me down so much. What's the point of being here? | |
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