It's funny how I can love myself so much and hours later hate myself more than anything in the world
You know I wish I could always be happy, focus on the positive like you always say. But I can't because that's not who I am
I wish I could take the words you say, that mental disorders are just ****** labels used by therapist to **** us of our money. But I can't pretend any longer.
I'm sick. And I can't help it.
I scratch myself to release pain, inflict emotional pain on myself, listen to the voice in my head and let them take over me I mean who does that??
I do....
I wasn't born this way, well I don't remember when I was born. But I know there was a day and age where happiness was what I inhaled and peace was what I exhaled. Where I believed unicorns existed and I could run on rainbows.
Now I wake up looking forward to cold and rainy days just so I won't have to face the world.
I'm sick.
I just can't help it.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
It's funny how I can love myself so much and hours later hate myself more than anything in the world
You know I wish I could always be happy, focus on the positive like you always say. But I can't because that's not who I am
I wish I could take the words you say, that mental disorders are just ****** labels used by therapist to **** us of our money. But I can't pretend any longer.
I'm sick. And I can't help it.
I scratch myself to release pain, inflict emotional pain on myself, listen to the voice in my head and let them take over me I mean who does that??
I do....
I wasn't born this way, well I don't remember when I was born. But I know there was a day and age where happiness was what I inhaled and peace was what I exhaled. Where I believed unicorns existed and I could run on rainbows.
Now I wake up looking forward to cold and rainy days just so I won't have to face the world.
I'm sick.
I just can't help it.
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