Want to hear what that voice in the back of my head is saying?

“Shut up. Don’t even think about you. Just 20 more pounds and you will be perfect. Do you think anyone will like you, when you look like that? You’re just a disgusting slob. Oh, someone called you pretty? Shit, there must be something wrong with thier eyes. Someone said your glasses looked good on you? You wouldn’t need them if you weren’t blind as a bat. You have so many imperfections. Imagine yourself in 20 years, where do you think you will be? Alone, ha. That’s where you will be.

“You don’t deserve to be loved by anyone else. You don’t deserve to have someone else look upon you with loving eyes and embrace you warmly. All you are is a disgrace. You’re such a slacker. Look at your grades. It reflects what a loser you are. Think you are gonna go somewhere in this world? HA.

You’re just a fat, pathetic, sausage-fingered, thunder-thighed, four-eyes faggot.”