what? no one will notice unless they see this.


i don’t wanna talk about it.


just one cut don’t worry about it

and now i don’t know where you are.

the word makes me sick to my stomach i wish i could just never eat and i’ll be fine! i’ll be skinny again and boys will like me, my friends will like me, the popular kids will like me. if i were skinny, i’ll be “happy”

the lines are doubling

doubling in despair

the pain isnt going anywhere

it has no where to go

so why should i stop?


when i can just keep going

and ill be fine.

no.

i cant tell if im falling for you or not.


i cant tell if i love being your friend or if i love you



i dont have a chance.


youre 17

im 15.


its not- its probably not gonna work out


so whats the point?

i̸̧͈̣̳͔̮͚͙̘͂̾̏̌̋͠m̸̨̨̝͍̬͑͂̀̇̾ ̸̢̫̼̝̩͉̗̦̈́̽̾̀̑̚͜͝ģ̸̯̤̱͕̤̣̰̲̞̍̃͝ơ̵̯̊̎̎͊̏̊͋͠ṋ̸̈́̌̿̀n̴̨̼̗͓̬̆͌̌͆̈́̓͝­̼a̶̧̞͍̹̰̗̤̖̟̘͗́̇̿̈́͗̕͝͠ ̶̡̛͙̮̿̿̈́́̓̒̿͝ǩ̸̡͍̼̟̝̈́́͒i̵̻̭̘̯͆͑l̸̛̤̱̖̣̞̠̓̀̓l̷̡̻̰͎̾̐̒̌ͅ ̷̡͙̜̰̞̪̜͓̀͑̾̈́̋̐̾͜͠m̵͚̗͚͕̣̓y̸̛̠̥̻̠̝̬̋͆́̃͊͝s̶̡̡̨̛̲̞̬̻͎̟̚ͅé̷̢̼̝̈́̆̚l­̵̝̭̠̬̬̠̫͈͊̇͛f̴̬͖̬͂̌̒̓̍.̷̢̛̛̳̦̣̟̖̬̘͒̋̊̈́̔͘͘

Too much thinking is a slow killer,
Think about it,
But not too much.

The loneliness consumes me;
I feel painfully numb.
All you humans, you scare me,
I feel so unwelcomed.

I wear the mask you make me
So what else do you want?
Now, do you like what you see?
Perfectly nonchalant.