When im alone i tend to sit in front of my mirror, poking at my body, finding more about myself to hate. Sometimes I cry while I sit there, and it makes me feel more pathetic than I already am. I wish I were stonger so i could fight the thoughts that run through my mind everyday, but i am weak and somehow always find myself with my face hanging over a toilet crying. Its taking to long to achieve my goal: perfection. How much longer is this going to take? I need serenity.
