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March 6, 2014 1:40pm UTC

The worst types of wounds are those that aren't fully formed - the ones that aren't bleeding but aren't just scrapes either.
The ones stuck some place in the middle, with your skin raw and weeping. And because you aren't bleeding, your body doesn't understand that it needs to be fixed, and so it never is - leaving you with nothing but sores that won't - and can't - ever scab over.

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March 6, 2014 2:06pm UTC

my head was full
of endless, insistent
chatter. this confused me,
because i could see no one talking.

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February 27, 2014 9:54pm UTC

I wanted to physically destroy you in the exact same way you had mentally destroyed me

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*nerium*
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February 27, 2014 9:28pm UTC

My head is almost always full of upsetting thoughts.
I have thoughts of the reactions I may get if I was to be found one day on the bathroom floor, an entire box of codeine working to destroy my respiratory system.
Of how my siblings will continue with their everyday lives, and how my uncle will complain about the mess my spasming larynx has created.
I have thoughts of my dysfunctional family and how very little we care for one another.
And at times, when I have run out of sadness and other bleak emotions, I'll have no thoughts at all.

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*nerium*
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February 27, 2014 1:30pm UTC

And I loved going to the train station at night, standing just slightly in front of that yellow line they tell you not to cross. I'd wait for the speed train and as it passed me by, with my hair blowing all across my face, I felt alive.

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February 22, 2014 8:58pm UTC

Depression is not cute nor fun. It is not a quirky characteristic.
Depression is not bathing for weeks because the effort seems like far too much to handle. It is greasy hair and dirty skin. It is staying in the bath for hours, contemplating drowning yourself, and having your family call through the door to see if you are okay every fifteen minutes. It is murky water.
Depression is wearing the same clothes for a few days because you cannot be bothered to change. It is unbrushed hair and unbrushed teeth. It is stretched-out crew necks and month old stains. Depression is having your mother drag you out of bed, in the afternoon.
Depression is hiding in the kitchen whilst everyone sleeps and praying that you don't get caught with the only sharp blade in the knife block. It is hiding sewing needles behind the bathroom sink. It is sweating in long sleeves.
Depression is constantly filtering between hobbies, hoping that somewhere you'll come across one that actually gives you joy. It is uncompleted projects and unread books. It is consistent boredom and disinterest in everything life has to offer.
Depression is sad and disgusting. It is ugly and lonely. Depression is not cute nor fun.

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February 24, 2014 2:47pm UTC

You spoke to me and I found that strange because you were so beautiful and everyone knows that I am ugly - my insides are charred in places, and the lesser damaged organs are still a faint, concrete grey. And then there's you; you're so red and pink, so healthy compared to me. It wasn't until much later, that I discovered you too, have damaged organs. They are burnt black, and you hide them very well, but you let me see them - I felt so privileged, and realised that although you are charred in places, you are still beautiful...Perhaps this means I am capable of being beautiful too?

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February 21, 2014 7:25pm UTC

They say it's a battle that can't be won,We need our knives, we need our guns.

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February 21, 2014 8:16pm UTC

So I'm just reading through a bunch of my quotes...http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6205220I'm proud to say I still stand by what I said in that one ^. I'm earning money myself and I'm finally growing more independent, I'm finally getting my life on track.I wish my quotes were still as cheesy and cute as they used to be, but it just feels like nobody's listening anymore. People on the Internet have become more cynical and less willing to make an effort to be positive. Tumblr kids think it's "cool" and trendy, I think it's sad.

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*nerium*
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February 18, 2014 8:22pm UTC

"I hope that, when you're older, you realise you made someone want to die."
"But I doubt you really want to die."
Tell that to the scabs collecting over my hidden body.
Tell that to the thoughts I have at 1:06 AM with no one to talk to.
Tell that to our mother.

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*nerium*
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February 18, 2014 2:37pm UTC

When I was four, I had fantasies of being a beautiful and popular girl.
When I was seven, I realised I was a boy. I cried because I was a boy and yet I did not look like all the other boys in my class - I was somehow different. I still had fantasies of being beautiful and popular.
When I was eleven, I was diagnosed with severe anxiety. I could not go to school, and left my house on few occasions. I still had fantasies of being beautiful.
And by the time I was thirteen, I locked myself in the bathroom and vandalized my flesh because I realised I was ugly.
I now have no fantasies.

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February 17, 2014 3:47pm UTC

My Instagram timeline
49.5% Happy Birthday Billie Joe Armstrong
49.5% Fake Your Death by My Chemical Romance
1% pictures of people and their friends skiing

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*nerium*
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February 15, 2014 1:43pm UTC

Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is really worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass them on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure.

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