scared2Bmyself

Mirror, Mirror, on my wall, i just want to be thin, pretty, and tall.
Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hait, maybe someone will start to care?
Mirror, Mirror, if I starve myself at least I'll be beautiful, forget my health.
Mirror, Mirror, if I cut my wrist will I feel like I exist?
Mirror, Mirror, dont you see? what you show, is ruining me.

i went for a walk and a guy ran down the street trying to catch up to me, he said: i had to tell you that you are gorgeous or i would have hated myself.

i felt like i mattered for the first time in awhile.

the truth is: ya it hurt when you left me.

When you cut,
The skin around it puffs,red like wine
The blood beads up,perfectly in a crimson dotted line
It tingles and burns at first
But then it feels good,so that's only the worst
Your body is in pain,but your mind is at ease.
It feels so good,and your mind asks for one more cuts please
One turns to two and two to four
At this point you just keep cutting more
There's no stopping yourself from the warm ness flowing through
Everyone else is happy,so why you can't be too?
The blood starts to drip,and roll down your skin
And a smile appears on your lips,from within 
When you cut.

im done trying.

b itch: your a f a g

me: i already knew that...

b itch: what do you mean?

me: Im a F ucking Amazing Girl

If Josh Peck doesnt stop vineing in the car hes gonna hit oprah again
 

Guy: Are you flying a kite?


Me: ...no..im simply fish for birds

does it get easier?




yaa...




really?!



no. it wont. life sucks. i got scars to prove it.