Dear Ana

dear journal

❝part of me writes for fun, but another part of me writes to remember.❞

Scars• C.H

Everyday she held on tightly to a fake smile and long sleeves. Ripped apart, Athena was caving in, self mutilation; scar after scar. She never seemed to escape the hell she lived in, she tried to drown her demons. Too bad for her, they know how to swim. *slightly triggering*