People ask if I self-harm, and I say of course not. But I've realized that's a lie. Because no, I've never taken a blade or a flame to my wrist. But I've blasted the sad songs. I've told myself I'm ugly and fat and horrible. I've put these thoughts in my head that people hate me, that no one would notice if I were gone. I may not physically hurt myself, but honey, believe me when I say I do self-harm.
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Short Stories And Such
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems that I have written. Some are fictional, some are based off of my own life. I guess I'll just have to leave you to imagine. Disclaimer: As with all poetry, not all of these are about myself and I do not c...
