Being sad to the core.

Why am I writing this? What’s to be gained, what is any of this worth to me? To anyone? I suffer so intensely and no one knows, so no one can care, but the fear of suffering is in itself the distraction that internally intonates self recriminations and inherently derives dismissing myself. I don’t matter is the gist.

Body Dysmorphic Disorder is too much for me to handle. It’s weight of pain is beyond my bodies capabilities to discuss and I’m shaking and crying…


Ok, some day.