Botany For The Suicidal

Botany For The Suicidal

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TW: THIS HAS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, SELF DEPRICATION,BAD SLEEPING HABITS AND MUCH MORE THIS IS PURELY A VENT JOURNAL AND I AM PUTTING IT OUT HERE FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES pls keep yourself safe if you find yourself uncomfortable with something, My journey to which I was surprisingly brave enough to share. I've been feeling depressed since around 4th grade and it hasn't exactly left me ?? So now I guess I'm just getting thoughts on paper
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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