95% of the time

I hate my face.

i'm putting this here because this is the most personal part of me on the internet, aside from brainrose. Twitter is skin-deep, there's hardly anything substantial about me in there except things that interest me or conversations with people who happen to be online at the same time. so i'm putting this here, because 1 this is where i put everything i can't on twitter; 2 hardly anybody cares to check this, and; 3 i have this need to say something anything publicly, even if it's personal, even if i shouldn't. so since that fact is inescapable here i am screaming the magma in my veins to the place with the smallest audience.

sometimes i want to blow my face off. i hate my face. i hate my body, i hate my skin, even my very fingers, my toes, my thighs, my legs, the numbers on the scale. i hate everything. i am never far from smashing mirrors when i look at myself. i hate my face.

the one day i wanted to be pretty. the one day.

so many feelings ugh i hate this.

i hate my face.