I cut.
My arms.
My legs.
And now I feel like I hate myself for doing all that shit to my body.
And I don't wanna tell about it to anybody.
I just wanna smile and fake that I'm happy.
So, I'm happy and smiling everyday.
I start to living without tears and without sad feelings or depression when I'm with my friends or family or boyfriend.
And when I'm on my own and alone, I can let my tears be free and cut more just 'couse I feel so fucking numb and sick.
Thats it.
