I have 10 scars for ten insucurites. I don't like being complimeted. I can't stand people. I like being alone, but crave affection. I want to cut SO bad, but I won't because I'm trying to help my friend get better. I'm the type of person who HATES looking in the mirror in fear of how many new zits or pounds may be there. I'm sick of being fat. I hate myself. No one knows me, and I'm okay with that. I never want to go to school ever. I'm too quiet until you know me then I'm annoying. I'm awkward. I'm falling too hard too fast again for Terry. I'm sick of life. I want to be 90 and almost dead. I'm so so done. Just a vent, if you read it all I love you