12270) If you really knew me, you would know how much I hate myself. How much I hate my body. How much I hate my personality. You would know how much I struggle to be perfect. And how my biggest wish is to be able to disappear and never come back. You would also know how I just want to be good enough. I want to be good enough for him, for my friends, and for others around me. I know it will never happen, and the thought of my failure really gets to me. Every day. If you really knew me, you would know I’m breaking down inside. You would notice my subtle hints of struggle. If you knew me, maybe you could help me. But, you don’t.