Triggers.

I've been fine for a while, somewhat normal, and then today happened.
Today people have been talking to me a lot about their 'problems', mainly about weight, food, self harm and suicide. And it's just fucking getting to me so badly. I wish that everyone could fucking know so that they'd all just shut the fuck up about it.

I tried to look in the mirror when I turned the light off, but I couldn't. I just fucking couldn't bring myself to do it because I know what would happen. I don't want to be like this anymore. I fucking hate myself.
I don't know what to do, everything I do to try and make things better for me fucks up or fucks me up. I don't like it and I want it all to end, No-ones going to listen, so I may as well right it all down so that it's not in my head. I don't want to be alive anymore, I can't fucking take it.

I keep on thinking about what happened and it makes me sick. The fact that I was so stupid to let him do that to me. I'm a fucking pathetic little whore.

I don't deserve to be alive.

I'm now I'm even more stupid, for sitting here and crying, I'm scared, I'm honestly scared right now. I don't trust myself.

I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore.