Joannakutcha Stories

a girl, a boy, and a bouquet of dead flowers

"I don't know man. But all I know is that I have just made the biggest mistake of my life.

As the wind blew her hair, along with the leaves, she knew she was falling. And falling hard

When you're just alone , demons come back on , mines. well , mines came back stronger than ever. not being able to discover yourself from young age is hard , being attack by anxiety attacks when you're only 5 years old is hard. and not being able to really being you in public sucks. these are my scars , I wrote them in my own ways , some are seen and some are well hidden in my brain , these types of things are powerful it can overpower you. its overwhelming to not being able to just be free when all you feel is like being judged. scares aren't only in my arms they are the ones that's visible if you checked them , but the invisible ones is more like a hidden histories and the real truth behind all of this lies I've been masking. the truth being my insecurities and all of my lies , this is society. [MIGHT BE TRIGGERING , PLEASE DON'T READ IT IF YOU SERVE SELF-HARM , ANOREXIA AND CONSIDER THIS AS A WARNING] ©Spritecreation , 2015 factory.

♡ todos tenemos una belleza artística, y la tuya, mi amor, era la tristeza. ♡