I can't remember how it all began to break, but suddenly the mirror shows someone fat, wrists become paper, and hearts become broken glass. It's midnight and I'm just lying here,  tears streaming down my face, blood dripping down onto the carpet from my wrists. The worst feeling in the world is knowing you did the best you could, but didn't do good enough. I can't think, and don't have enough air to breathe in. I always ask myself why am I still alive. I have no positive effects on anybody, it seems like I cause more pain, and drift people away. I've lost everyone whose had a special place in my heart. They slipped away like a burn, slowly but painful. It's said that those who dont sleep confuse reality with dream. I know this isn't a dream, heck yes I'd wish it was, but I know this is reality, this is my life. But the worst feeling is the moment that you realized you've lost yourself. Truth is, I'm not okay, but that's okay.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

a rebel. a label. a girl.