23/F    - tu es le soleil et je suis la lune ☼ ☽ - I do not write these words, these words write me. not everything …

Fourteen Sad little girl Bloody wrist Cut up thigh Empty plates And hospitals Sixteen now Happy time Lots of friends And lots of fun Finally …

The things I use to leave in my head, will be said.

If I could explain how much I hate myself Maybe they would understand

p a r a d i s e.    I understand people; and that is my gift.