Don't ask me if I'm okay. I don't want to lie anymore.
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It shouldn't matter what you look like on the outside, but rather what's on the inside that counts. Too many people have forgotten this.
There are still those moments that I wonder, 'Why do I get up every morning? Why do I live through this pain?'
You think you want to die but in reality you just want to be saved.
Depression is like a war. You either win or die trying.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes, not the way she combs her hair or what she wears, for that is the doorway to her heart.
Staring at the ceiling at night thinking about all the things I've done wrong, everything I'm not, and everything I can never have.
If you can say good things about yourself and truly believe them, congrats. There are plenty of others who don't have such luck.
True love is so rare now-a-days that it's hard to ever come by... So I envy those that are able to find it, and hope you never lose it.
If you focus on the rising moon, you won't notice the sun ever left.
Every time you call someone stupid, or an idiot, your killing what would be the next Einstein.
Once there was a boy at a school who was a genius but someone told him he was stupid. He started failing all his classes and believed it.
Sometimes no matter how many people surround you, you still feel lonely and as if you were the only person in the world.
OuO What does the fox say?!
People that are truly depressed won't cut themselves. Because they'll automatically think to themselves, 'I deserve this pain I feel.'
Well... Waking up at 12 am and throwing up certainly isn't a good way to wake up...
Will anyone notice if I'm gone? If I just disappear? I'd assume not.
I hope you noticed I posted in your thread. I apologize for the terrible layout and even when you aren't looking. Let me know. thanks
Sometimes people want to be loved, to be held, but they're too afraid to ask so they cradle themselves at night instead.
This girl chips and cracks, but she doesn't break. On the inside her heart is made of gold. It's slowly breaking as it weeps.
I know a girl made of stone. She keeps her walls high to keep everyone out. She wants to love, to laugh, but she's long forgotten how...
Was my last post okay?
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will tear me apart.
It's sad how people don't notice when someone can be so sad. But it takes someone whose been through the same pain to notice the pain.
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