March 2012
It breaks my fucking heart to see girls wrists riddled in scars. Wether its one, ten or eighteen. It kills me to know that at some point. That person felt so alone. They felt like they deserved to suffer, and they had to hurt. Emotionally and physically. It’s not okay. Over the past few days I’ve realized a lot. I’ve realized that everyone has a past, everyone has a story and...
February 2012
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There is a army of monsters inside my head. And...
Anonymous asked: why dont you answer your messages? :(