I love my scars but I hate what I allowed myself to become.
my therapist: "Do you think you are depressed?"
me: "Fuck you."
him: "Why are you always so fucking sad?"
me: "I am not! I'm fine."
my quote inspiration: You said "I won't make it" a million times, you made it every time.
I'm grateful for my mom, that I have a home, that my family is healthy, that i have at least one friend, that i have books and music by my side ready to be used but it's getting harder to just fucking live out my life. i'm sorry. i'll try harder. xoxo
I hate labels being put on human beings. What the hell do you mean by emo? Why are you judging people? Do you