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21 Years Old, Female, Boyfriend Attached To The Hip, The Hip I Want To Jut Out And Fit In Perfectly With My Matching Collar Bones and Skintight Legs, While Taking Away Attention To My Beautiful Red Lines Scattered Across My Arms Like Ladders, Snakes Roam There, They Roam In My Mind, and Tell Me I'm Insane and I Have A Death Wish. But That's Just Me, I'm One of Millions Sharing A Piece Of My Story.

Tuesday, August 3

Cutting Not Enough Anymore?

Scars are healing, and fading away...and then got me thinking if I really want to go through all this again, Summer is almost here, and I don't want to HAVE to cover up,then I read this post on one of 'PrettyThin' members signatures:

The Girl That Seemed Unbreakable-Broke
The Girl Who Seemed Strong- Crumbled
The Girl Who Always Laughed- Cried
She Faked A Smile As A Tear Ran Down Her Cheek and Whispered...
"I Can't Do This Anymore" 

and you know what? Maybe I can't.

I just ate McDonalds out of spite, and though it may seem like nonsense to a reader, it's one of the worst thing for me...I can't get it out of my system and it's breaking me just that little bit more...soon there won't be pieces to break anymore.
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