I need to be okay with myself. My hair. My body. Stretchmarks. Everything. I guess being fat and having crazy hair is okay.

There are things about me that my family doesn’t even know. And that for some reason, makes me feel really … Sad. I have hid my cuts like the other post said, but I am hiding something even more serious than that. I think my soul is black, chard from something that I have been doing to myself.

Yes I hate my own guts, but there are reasons for that. The fat, every cell in my being I think is wrong. No I like being a girl, but something is just … wrong with me. Am I going to be famous one day? Will I ever know what I am here for. Do all people ask these questions?

I know probably no one will read this, but just tell me, am I normal, am I going to be alright? Will I be strong enough to one day end it all?