surrounded by emptiness

I start to hate myself so much because of my beyond-gross-and-disgusting-factor body and how much of fats are wobbling all over my body and the acne scars and the pimples and the fucking huge thighs and I seriously can’t type anymore. Because if I do, many of you after reading this will never be able to eat again for the rest of your life. Sometimes, I really do try to be seriously optimistic but you see sometimes people have their strengths and weaknesses. But all I have is weaknesses. Let’s see. My studies suck and that’s why I ended up here. My face is like yucks and my skin is scattered with cysts and my hair is dishevelled. My body budges at the unflattering places. I suck at sports. I suck at playing games. I suck at managing money. I suck at prioritising my times. I suck at practically anything existing under the sun. I know I’m ugly and disgusting and fucking fat and whatnot. Not to make it worse, my social life equates zero. I am alone most of the time. I have no friends. If I were not a pessimistic person, I would have committed suicide a year ago. No fucking mood to post any pictures and I’m definitely not looking forward to ANYTHING for the time being.