"It's the loneliest feeling in the world to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say “What’s the matter with her?” Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren’t sure whether you’re walking toward something, or if you’re just walking away."

Trigger Warning..

The Butterfly Project
So, you want to start cutting?
Heal and Hide Scars
My Journal
Thinking about Suicide?


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'Til all my sleeves are stained red..