Everything used to be so different.
I was so happy.
So full of life.
So positive.
So energetic.
Even though my life was going downhill I always knew life would get better.
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But on November 9, 2014 that all changed.
I was no longer happy,
full of life,
positive,
nor was I energetic.
I started to cry myself to sleep.
I started starving myself.
I began having panic attacks.
My anxiety stopped me from doing everything I once loved.
I was tumbling down a steep hill.
I began self harming.
I hated myself and life itself.
I was no longer the same girl I once was.
I stopped talking the same.
I stopped dressing the same.
The insecurities became too overwhelming.
The paranoia controlled me.
I couldn't even look in the mirror.
I was rude to my mom.
To my siblings.
I called myself horrible things.
I just want things to go back the way it was.
I want my life to be filled with laughing again.
I'm so used to seeing tears instead of smiles.
I'm so used to hearing sobbing instead of laughing.
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PoezjaEverything written by yours truly. - I'm just going through some shit trying to get through it all alive. "Nobody's perfect" but they always expect you to be.
