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the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong, you just stop talking. they stop messaging you to see how youre doing and you get sick of being the first one to initiate conversation so you just let the friendship go and wonder how that person is doing and never hear from them again

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I want to kill myself tonight…

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You never know how sick you are until you try to recover.

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This is incredibly accurate and magnificently timed

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I am afraid of gaining weight as a child fears the monster under the bed– somewhere deep in the back of their crazy mind, they know there is nothing but dust an darkness beneath that mattress. And yet they stay awake deep into the night, eyes wide, out of fear for a threat that is not there. The next morning they are slow and sluggish, but each night they still refuse to sleep. Because they think the burden is worth the safety. Maybe one day I will be able to recognize that there is no monster beneath my bed. And if there is? I will make peace with it–because no fear is worth rising each morning tired and scared and alone. I will make peace with my monster and instead rise radiant like the sun, like my skin, like the newfound smile upon my lips. For I fear that monster no longer.

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When people find out I self harm and they ask “Does it hurt?” I have to think about it. Yes, at first it does. It’s not like the movies you see. No one picks up a blade and slices a vein their first time. Usually the first time, it’s not a blade at all. A pair of scissors, a needle, a broken piece of plastic, anything sharp. And usually you don’t bleed. But it hurts. Because your skin isn’t used to it. After a few days it stops hurting because your skin is getting tougher. So you find something sharper, cut a little deeper. Maybe enough to leave a scratch. When it stops hurting you go deeper and deeper, all over your body, leaving scars that will bleed profusely and stay for months, until you basically go numb. At this point. You’re thinking “Does self harming hurt?” Yes. But it doesn’t hurt as much as the thoughts going through your head, the demons you are constantly running from, the people you hear around you. Until the point you’re contemplating suicide. “Will it hurt?” “Yes,” You tell yourself. But soon everything will stop hurting.

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To my dearest mom, I’m sorry for all the worries I’ve caused you I’m sorry for all the tears you’ve cried over me I’m sorry for the sleepless nights, all the ‘what if’s’ that kept you up I’m sorry for causing you pain, over and over again But most of all, I’m sorry that one day you’ll walk into my room to find a note laying on my bed, A note that says: I’m sorry

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