I have always been superb insecure about my looks and have finally decided that I’m gonna stop seeing my psychiatrist and therapist so I can see a dermatologist for comestic fillers. Can’t afford both mental health treatment and cosmetic treatment at the same time. If I die, I die. I don’t care. I’m tired of being unattractive. And no, I don’t have BDD. I know I am unattractive because I have been called that by many people before. I’m not one of those delusional pretty girls who think they’re ugly. I just hate myself and the way I look on a daily basis. If I die, consider this a good bye post. I have always wanted to die anyways so stopping my medication/therapy might just pull be over the edge.