Take me as you found me.

Nothing works. My pants were shrunk in the wash and now they’re tight and short. Or maybe I just got fat. And my back isn’t clearing up. Neither is my forehead. These feelings aren’t going away. My room is either too hot or too cold. Same with the water temperature in the shower. No music fits anymore. My room is a constant mess that cannot get cleaned without it becoming a mess five minutes later. I’m not getting un-sick. I don’t feel healthy in any sense of the word. My friendships aren’t getting fix or getting better. I can’t deal with my parents to an extent that I’ve never reached. I’m mean to everyone. My emotions are so heightened its ridiculous. I’m disgusted by myself, basically. I hate myself. And everyone knows something is wrong. I don’t feel good anywhere.