It doesn't matter what I do, I'm still not good enough. I could put something nice on and make myself beautiful, but still I'm not good enough. You see right though me, what's the point in trying? I see what you want and it's not really me. I go take along shower, with a razor blade in hand. The line's are so thin, the line's are not deep and you still don't see that I started self-harm again. All my life with guys,...