I went for ANF interview today.
I wanted to puke, run away and cry.
Nervous.
But I stayed. I was strong. It felt better.
Still now, I feel like as if my heart is being squashed, my throat is all jam up.
I feel so depression, anxious and tense.
Pretty girls are all size 6. I am a size 12.
Double the fats and shorter too.
I am so ugly.
Thoughts kept repeating over and over in my head.
May be someday I will realised that someone will love the fuck out of me
I will learnt to love the fuck out of myself
I will be stronger and alone without the medications.
It's difficult though.
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