I'm the girl who talks others out of suicide but has a hard time doing it for myself. I truthfully assures everyone of how beautiful, lovely, wonderful, and precious they are because I doesn't want them to feel the same way I do.

We all are walking around with those glossy eyes. "I'm just tired." we say. but you know what? It's bullshit. Yes we are tired, but it's not from the lack of sleep. We are tired of waking to nothing to look forward for, tired of going to bed exhausted after doing a million things we find no enjoyment of doing. We're tired of this void, this emptiness that looms over us even though our days are packed. We're tired of this loneliness that presses down on us even though we're surrounded by a dozen of people. So why can't we just say it? Humans are so afraid to look into each other's eyes and say "I am unhappy, I am broken, I am hopeless and fallible." We've been conditioned to associate pain with weakness, sadness with coldness, loneliness with unworthiness, difference with disease as if these feelings are contagious, as if ambivalence is something not to be felt but to be feared. We'll, I say screw all of that. Screw forced smiles and polite handshakes and im fine, thank yous. Screw the fear of crying in a public place, screw the fake chipper voice, screw the lies we spit out to cover up our problems. We are humans. We are meant to feel. To feel everything and to feel it all openly. We are not mental- we are flesh and bones. Our boiled blood courses through our cold, clammy hands. We are intricate and beautiful and we should never hide our human parts, because if we do, then what's left to show?