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I'm trying to make it all feel okay again. These days, even smiling feels like drowning. The scars on my wrists are starting to fade but it isn't any easier to burn the memories from my brain. My therapist says I need to start laughing again, but the only thing that doesn't make me want to cry is the way the leaves curl and some days I can't even feel the warmth of the sun hit my skin. My body doesn't really feel like home anymore. My mom keeps asking why I've been skipping so many meals she says I must be crazy to think that she doesn't notice and maybe she's right. It's getting bad again. My chest aches and my hands have gone numb. I keep telling myself to be strong, that I've gone five months without hurting myself and I don't want to look in the mirror because all I see is a dead girl walking. I don't want to go outside because it reminds me that the trees are happier than I ever will be. I want to be weightless, I want to float away. Let me go up there. I want to swim with the stars.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
do you think the stars will accept me can i become one of them
I'm trying to make it all feel okay again. These days, even smiling feels like drowning. The scars on my wrists are starting to fade but it isn't any easier to burn the memories from my brain. My therapist says I need to start laughing again, but the only thing that doesn't make me want to cry is the way the leaves curl and some days I can't even feel the warmth of the sun hit my skin. My body doesn't really feel like home anymore. My mom keeps asking why I've been skipping so many meals she says I must be crazy to think that she doesn't notice and maybe she's right. It's getting bad again. My chest aches and my hands have gone numb. I keep telling myself to be strong, that I've gone five months without hurting myself and I don't want to look in the mirror because all I see is a dead girl walking. I don't want to go outside because it reminds me that the trees are happier than I ever will be. I want to be weightless, I want to float away. Let me go up there. I want to swim with the stars.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
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