My Mind.

05/23/13

*OMFG...I spilled nail polish remover on my phone!!! Shit. Shit. Shit. Well it's working, but the screen is screwed up. :'( *

*Quick update: So I had relapsed a week or more ago and I had just cut on unnoticeable places. But then I decided to be stupid and cut on my arms on Sunday. I got really scared because suicidal thoughts were taking over. I confessed to my mom...of all people. I feel better though. So now enjoy this shiiiit.*

WARNING: May be triggering.

Slitting the skin on my wrists.

On my arms.

On my hips.

On my ribs.

On my legs.

You ask why?

I ask why not?

You do what you shouldn't and so do I.

So lets leave it at that.

But wait we can't.

Send her to extra therapy sessions.

No, she'll just resist.

And why you ask?

I ask why not?

And of course we can't leave it at that.

I resist, because I don't need to be fixed.

This girl...

She sees right through people.

All they want is to make her feel better, right?

No.

If this girl becomes fixed people's lives will be simply easier.

But why?

Why would you want things to be easy?

The more ugly you overcome through out your life, the more beautiful you become.

This girl will defeat this ugly.

But not with the ugly around her.

But with the beauty from the ugly.

Makes sense?

Of course not...

Your ugliness blinds you.

I'm sorry, but this girl is beautiful.