1.
When I was 13 years old, I thought I had hit rock bottom. I thought I could never see the sky as blue again, only as a shade of I-don't-want-to-be-outside.
2.
At 14 years old, I wish I had someone who could have made me feel better, who would take me to a better place. But not the better place that people call death.
3.
I stopped believing in myself when my mother told me I never even tried.
4.
I said to her that I tried so hard, maybe even a little too hard, that eventually I became nothing.
5.
Well, at least that was what I thought back then.
1.
Nowadays, I call myself a fortune teller. I will become an astronaut, or even a scientist. I will become the inventor of something amazing.
2.
I also found out that the person in the mirror is smoking hot.
3.
A pair of wings had grown on me. I do not need other people anymore to tell me that I will be just fine. Just. Fine.
4.
A couple of years later, I have all kinds of things growing inside of me. Some people call it selfconfidence and a pretty smile. I call it healing.
5.
I am healing.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
1.
When I was 13 years old, I thought I had hit rock bottom. I thought I could never see the sky as blue again, only as a shade of I-don't-want-to-be-outside.
2.
At 14 years old, I wish I had someone who could have made me feel better, who would take me to a better place. But not the better place that people call death.
3.
I stopped believing in myself when my mother told me I never even tried.
4.
I said to her that I tried so hard, maybe even a little too hard, that eventually I became nothing.
5.
Well, at least that was what I thought back then.
1.
Nowadays, I call myself a fortune teller. I will become an astronaut, or even a scientist. I will become the inventor of something amazing.
2.
I also found out that the person in the mirror is smoking hot.
3.
A pair of wings had grown on me. I do not need other people anymore to tell me that I will be just fine. Just. Fine.
4.
A couple of years later, I have all kinds of things growing inside of me. Some people call it selfconfidence and a pretty smile. I call it healing.
5.
I am healing.
Frick this felt good
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