Went on Omegle with one of my pretty friends earlier today, and every single person either made fun of my face or asked if I was a guy. I have a condition I was born with which caused me to be blind in one eye, so my eyes are asymmetrical and I need to wear a prosthetic eye because of it. I usually try to hide my eye with my hair because the prosthetic makes me look like I have a lazy eye (no offence to those with a lazy eye, I've seen and been through the same pain u guys have and I'm just tired of it ☹️💔), and besides, my eyes are asymmetrical anyway. So I covered my eye with a silly wig I was wearing at the time. I always thought “If my eyes weren’t like this I’d be so pretty”. And so I hid my eye because why on earth would I wanna get made fun of? I'm not a masochist. Turns out I'm not as pretty as I thought I'd be. I'm currently bawling my eyes out on the bathroom floor.

I honestly don't even know where to start I feel like I'm just doing the same thing everyday. I'm always so anxious about something. I hate self harming the scars cuts and burns make me sick to look at but it's the only thing that makes me feel better, nothing feels the same but I wish I could stop.

When I'm with my siblings, or my gf, the protective instincts come out of me intrinsically. Like no one taught me that. Maybe it's in the biology of men to be protectors. It guninely makes me happy. It's as if I have a purpose