Am I happy? No
Will I be happy? I have no idea!
I can't find myself at the moment and inside its killing me! I hate how one day I'm happy the next day I'm a fucking mess
I started cutting in fifth grade... Eighth grade boys Molested me... I was bullied and called a whore. I was called hippo thighs, well all this was like soda inside of me shaking up and eventually I'd burst into a puddle of endless pain. I stopped eating I lost about 30 pound because I a voice in my head that told me this is what I had to do to have a better future. I'm not sure if that's exactly true because I was put in the hospital which was horrible. But now I'm dead yet I'm breathing I'm extremely numb. Just trying to find myself
