I’m in a quote mood..

I am responsible for how I treat my body. I can choose NOT to self-injure. Then are other ways to feel safe.

Have you ever felt the need to slit your wrists, to let all the feelings of guilt and depression out and then sew yourself up just to feel happy again?

I just want to be free.

I’m just trying to keep it together.

Sometimes, I look for scars on peoples wrists. Maybe we could be alike.

Don’t think. Don’t fucking think, because when you think you realise how fucked up everything really is. You realise you don’t know how you got where you are, you don’t know where your going and you don’t know what to do anymore.

The voice in my head made me do it.

You wouldn’t judge me if you knew how if feels.

Everyone comes with baggage, you just have to find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.

Only a few people care the rest are curious.

Someone asked me if I knew you, a million memories flashed through my mind, I just whispered “I used to”

What hurts the most is that the memories I used to hold so close to me are now the memories I wish I could forget forever.

Words hurt.

Be careful who you trust. If someone will discuss others with you they will certainly discuss you with others.

Fuck it. Fuck everything you made me feel. Fuck the memories. Fuck the long late night talks. Fuck all the lies. Fuck what you’ve turned into. Fuck the twisted words. Fuck the emotions. Fuck every last sentence you drilled into my fucked up little mind. Fuck everything. But most of all, FUCK YOU!