i give up.

i give up on the silly notion that life will get better.

i give up trying to improve myself.

i give up trying to make myself funny/attractive/smart.

i give up being anything other than who i am - dull, ugly, stupid.

i give up trying to lose weight.

i give up trying to be pretty and feminine - i can't be these things.

i give up wanting things that i will never have, like love.

i give up hoping that my life will be anything other than me being on the receiving end of judgement and criticism.

i give up trying to improve my writing.

i give up writing.

i give up wanting to be tough because it's made clear over and over again that females can't be anything other than weak.

i give up trying to like being female. (this is not a transgender issue btw, it's a society one).

i'm not even useful as an object because i am so ugly.

i give up trying not to hate myself.

i'm giving up to these feelings, and i will let them consume me like flames until i burn up and become a pile of bones and dust.