You might recognize me from another blog, I doubt it, but you might. I’m not linking the two because here I just want to be able to speak freely without having the pressure of the people I know judging what they see. There’s a lot no one knows about me, and I’d like to keep it from the people that I have to see daily. But, you see, I’m going out of my fuckin’ mind keeping it all inside, so here I’m just gonna let it go.
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stephiemoo:

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Don’t bother asking me how I am, I’ll just tell you that I’m fine.

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i identify with her so much … 

golden-girlm:

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i identify with her so much … 

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Sometimes, I cry myself to sleep wishing that I never wake up…

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Here we go again...: My razors touch... [Day 69] →

It happened again, there was no one around
This time was worse than any other time
So deep, so long, so dizzy I nearly fell to the ground
I love that feeling, you have no idea how much
I feel revived after my razors touch
I’m sick, I know I am, and I don’t know how to fix it
Used to I…

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I love that feeling, you have no idea how much, I feel revived after my razors touch…

 


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Here we go again...: I'll never tell... [Day 64] →

They all think I’ve stopped
At first I was so happy
When I miraculously got better
It took some convincing
But they all believed that it was over
At the time it was a good thing
Now its become more frightening
We don’t fight anymore, hardly at all
Mostly, because no one sees my scars

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