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Earlier today, I looked at myself in the mirror. I realized I put on some weight. The bags under my eyes are darker and bigger. My hair has gone dry and almost with split ends. 

Pathetic. Fat. Ugly. Wasted. Defeated. Lost. I am all these things. 

Well, not that that's something unusual. What do you expect from someone who'd rather spend time writing about how her life is messed up instead of just finding ways to redirect it? To simply put it, I don't like the person I saw. 

Teach me how to love myself. Someone, please? I NEED TO LEARN. ASAP.