When did I become so picky?

When did I lose control?

When did I first doubt myself?

I hate myself above all other things.

I'm so fat, ugly, and disgusting.

I can't cope with reality. It scares me.

I'll never meet my standards. Endless battle for perfection that I cant attain.

I start strong and give up when I slightly falter.

When did I strive for this perfection?

I'm a mess and I know it.

I don't care it seems, and yet I do so much.

It's impossible to not care.

whatever, fuck it.