Alex: *opens drawer* here is our secret drawer of more liquor Alex: *opens another drawer* and here is another secret drawer of more liquor Alex: *opens another drawer* and here's another drawer of more--no that's barbecue sauce Jack: which can be confused for liquor if you've had too much liquor
you don't know pain untill you're staring at yourself in the mirror with tears streaming down your face and you're begging yourself to just hold on and be strong. That is pain.
snape: ten points from gryffindor snape: twenty points from gryffindor snape: fifty points to slytherin snape: hehehe dumbledore: twenty thousand points to harry for breaking every rule we have snape: nmq
I'm sorry i am not perfect. I'm sorry i cut. I'm sorry i break my promises. I'm sorry i want to give up. I'm sorry i want to die. I'm sorry i want to kill myself. I'm sorry i hide my emotions. I'm sorry i lie and say i am fine. I'm sorry i am pusshing you away.
Me: I'm feeling quit good today body: how? you're fat self harm: how? i'm on your arm as proof you are not. mirror: how? look at yourself paranoia: how? your friends hate you mind: how? you're a total failure me: oh, right, yeah. nmq
No, she's not crying to get attention. She's crying because she's had enough. She's fed up. she's tired. She's sick of crying her self to sleep every night. She's sick of everyone judging her. She's sick of reality.