I know I don't need to be fixed. I don't have to see the world the way you see, and I definitly know I'm not the one you see. Have you ever thought that maybe your eyes are sick? Maybe I was someone beautiful inside, but now I know I'm not. And I don't blame myself. I blame all the times I had to hear that I need a fix, when I didn't. All the times I silently begged for love, and no one noticed. I blame all the screams that I slept with it in my head. I blame the times when I prayed to God to save me, and everything only got worse. If you think I am selfish, coward, for doing this, this message is for you. I am doing this cause no one loves me, except me. And self love is not about clothes or sex, is making yourself happy. I know I deserve it.
You aren't sorry, you're just curious, or intrigued.