I've gotten to a point where I don't know what I am anymore. I constantly feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down. I feel like I'm going crazy and if my mind is an ocean, my thoughts are a tsunami. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I can't even think straight. I am a mess. I'm coming apart at the seams and it scares me.
people think i can't/shouldn't cut because i'm pretty. well listen up everybody, pretty girls can be suicidal, they can self harm, they can pop pills, they can hate themselves just like you can. just because they're pretty doesn't mean they're faking being messed up.