I don't want my boyfriends pity.
I don't want anyone's meaningless sympathy.
I don't want to be looked down on.
I hate this. I hate this so much.
I just want it to end.
I need help. I can't admit it to my parents. They think I'm fucked up enough.
But they should know. Why should I have to tell them.
It's obvious and I know they see it. But instead they choose to ignore it and yell at me instead.
Yes, because that really helps. I'm not hurting enough already, because I am obviously in need of your torments.
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