𝑙𝑖𝑙𝑠！౨ৎ

I tried to kill my self and just got beaten and screamed at I’m so angry

I hope death is kind

Why can’t I be perfect?

The feminine urge to get as worse as possible, basically starving to death, covered in scars but also to be fucking gorgeous and popular is what keeps me going

Oh how I yearn to be perfect

I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse. I will get worse.