i'm supposed to be getting ready to go out. but as usual i'm having a hard time putting that 'everything is ok' mask on.
cuz nothing's ok. nothing ever was ok. nothing ever will be ok.
i can eat normally, i can do away with the hurting myself scene, i can pretend i'm better. but inside i know i'll always be damaged goods.
my best friend, my only friend i really ever had, someone i could confide in, treats me like my father does.. and it hurts, cuz again this was a man i had trusted, and he took that trust, and has used it against me.
i feel... used and abused.
what made a perfectly good christian, turn on me like that? i just don't understand. i'll never understand, why it is this continueously happens to me. why do i attract slime? do i have a sign on my forhead that allows these ppl to friggin think they can run my life and walk all over me?
hurt me..cuz thats all i'm good for. i'm just a toy.
i'm just damaged goods, and thats all i'll ever be.
i have to see a cardiologist next week. my doctor suspects, when i was using ipecac and starving, that its ****ed up my heart. i'm eating normally now, and fattening up like a ****ing heifer, but that don't do a bit of good, i've already ruined my heart.. now its just worsening.
my scars. i havent self injured since christmas. which is really good for me. but my scars...they'll always be a reminder of how dirty and disgusting i am. i'll always have that visual reminder. ppl in my lab class have seen em. no-one asks, and i don't tell. but i'm sure i'm known as the freak. the retard.
one girl, who hates me, she's always making snide remarks. she came into class with a magazine, with my picture and had asked me if it was me. since then she's hated me. i have the lowest weight in the class, and its always fluctuating. ppl are starting to make jokes that i have a eating disorder. heh..if they only knew how right on they were. but this one girl, she really pounds it on me. if i come in class eating cake, she'll yell outloud better watch out, shawna's bout to run to the bathroom. *****.
i don't like to hate ppl..but she is really started to p.iss me off.
last week i stayed as far from the instructor as possible. but no matter how busy i'd act, or be, he'd make me someway or another come see him. i've given up. just let the ****er use me. i'm just a toy. time n time ppl have proven that to me again.
i've just had enuff.
it just seems this **** is never ending. i must deserve it, cuz it keeps happening. God don't love me, i'm unlovable.. thats why he allows it.
at nite when the rest of the world is sleeping, i sit down, and try to hold back tears..but i can't. they fall, like rain, every night.
i get to thinking why do i even bother trying to get better. my whole life i;ve done nothing but destroy myself. here i am 20 yrs later trying to put the pieces back together again. its just useless. why get better? whats the use..
why does God allow this? the answered why...
he hates me just as everyone else does.
i'll always be damaged goods.
put me out of my misery
cuz nothing's ok. nothing ever was ok. nothing ever will be ok.
i can eat normally, i can do away with the hurting myself scene, i can pretend i'm better. but inside i know i'll always be damaged goods.
my best friend, my only friend i really ever had, someone i could confide in, treats me like my father does.. and it hurts, cuz again this was a man i had trusted, and he took that trust, and has used it against me.
i feel... used and abused.
what made a perfectly good christian, turn on me like that? i just don't understand. i'll never understand, why it is this continueously happens to me. why do i attract slime? do i have a sign on my forhead that allows these ppl to friggin think they can run my life and walk all over me?
hurt me..cuz thats all i'm good for. i'm just a toy.
i'm just damaged goods, and thats all i'll ever be.
i have to see a cardiologist next week. my doctor suspects, when i was using ipecac and starving, that its ****ed up my heart. i'm eating normally now, and fattening up like a ****ing heifer, but that don't do a bit of good, i've already ruined my heart.. now its just worsening.
my scars. i havent self injured since christmas. which is really good for me. but my scars...they'll always be a reminder of how dirty and disgusting i am. i'll always have that visual reminder. ppl in my lab class have seen em. no-one asks, and i don't tell. but i'm sure i'm known as the freak. the retard.
one girl, who hates me, she's always making snide remarks. she came into class with a magazine, with my picture and had asked me if it was me. since then she's hated me. i have the lowest weight in the class, and its always fluctuating. ppl are starting to make jokes that i have a eating disorder. heh..if they only knew how right on they were. but this one girl, she really pounds it on me. if i come in class eating cake, she'll yell outloud better watch out, shawna's bout to run to the bathroom. *****.
i don't like to hate ppl..but she is really started to p.iss me off.
last week i stayed as far from the instructor as possible. but no matter how busy i'd act, or be, he'd make me someway or another come see him. i've given up. just let the ****er use me. i'm just a toy. time n time ppl have proven that to me again.
i've just had enuff.
it just seems this **** is never ending. i must deserve it, cuz it keeps happening. God don't love me, i'm unlovable.. thats why he allows it.
at nite when the rest of the world is sleeping, i sit down, and try to hold back tears..but i can't. they fall, like rain, every night.
i get to thinking why do i even bother trying to get better. my whole life i;ve done nothing but destroy myself. here i am 20 yrs later trying to put the pieces back together again. its just useless. why get better? whats the use..
why does God allow this? the answered why...
he hates me just as everyone else does.
i'll always be damaged goods.
put me out of my misery