ESCAPE

I wonder why no one loves me, why i am unloved, why do i accept getting treated like shit by people, why i cant say no, why i always feel bad about everything, who do i tread people horribly.

I wonder why did i allow myself to gain weight, my chin to be fat, my fat to expand beyong my jeans, now i can’t fit into my favorite jeans.

Why did i even think i had the chance, why did i even like someone, why do i even want to like someone, what’s the point?

I’m too fat anyway, not the pretty one, always the last one, the not enough one, always the loser. Why would anyone choose me over all the pretty girls out there.

Yes i want to be skinny, that will help. But, will i be preeety then? My face is stuck onto me. So even if i’m skinny i’ll still always be the last choice, the ugly one. I still want to be skinny though, maybe that will make me feel the tiniest bit better about myself.