I know that i'm not pretty,
I know that i'm not funny,
I know that I'm not perfect.
I am bipolar, I am depressed, i have severe anxiety, and i choose not to eat.
That's not an excuse. I'm not looking for pity.
I like who I am.
People like me,
I have a wonderful family,
and i am loved.
That doesn't change anything.
I am sad, and hurting and angry.
Im angry at them, at you, at myself.
I hurt everyone I love,
I make it so they can't love me back.
I hide and I run away from my problems.
I have family issues, not bad,
I have relationship issues,
and I am absolutely terrified.