Holy FML.

Recently I just feel like nothing's good enough. I'm not pretty
enough, thin enough, happy enough, calm enough, curvy enough, likeable
enough... Even girly enough. I don't know what's happening. I'm
stressed out, I wanna cut, and I'm choleric. And everyone chalks it up
to the fact that I'm just fickle. I'm just Michka. The one who makes a
big deal of everything. But no one realizes how scary this all is. My
world is going belly-up, and I see nothing I can do to make it right.
It's as if I have no control over my life. No control over my
feelings. No control over anything, and it worries me. I'm terrified
of the me I don't know. I think she's out to get me.

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