blackrose.

I’ve always wanted someone to accept me for who I am. But then who would love a girl who cuts herself? Who would love a girl who has so many issues? Wouldn’t everyone prefer someone cheerful, bubbly, happy?

Who would want someone who has serious mental issues?

Times like these I just want to curl up and disappear.

I feel so ashamed.

All the time I have these little flashes of happiness. But every single time I dismiss them because I know they won’t last. And those feelings when you don’t know what to do because you’re not USED to being happy.

Never taken seriously by anyone.

Never cherished by anyone.

Always taken for granted.

But thats okay. haha.