792) If you really knew me you’d know that I have hundreds of scars all over my wrists. And if you really knew me you’d know that it’s because I feel disgusting. I feel ugly. I feel fat. I feel stupid. I’m constantly miserable. I don’t think it’ll ever go away. I just don’t think I can bare it any longer. The pain is excruciating. If you really knew you’d know I’m never happy. I need help. No one ver helps though. I’m never taken seriously. I hate it. If you really knew me you’d help because you’d see through my lying I’m happy’s and I’m fine’s. If you really knew you’d know I want to die so badly.