I hate this

Just the thought that there’s bones, muscles and organs inside me makes me wanna rip my flesh off and dismember myself

I grew up wrong

I did, I know. I can see my mistakes, work hard and learn from them, hell even improve a bit, become a slightly better person but it’s never enough, even if I’m better I’m never good,...

how to be better?

I am in a cycle of physically and verbally abusive relationship but I can’t seem to leave. I am already depressed and had been thinking of ending everything. I know I need to get out of...