I’ll just go bask in the beauty outside and pretend as if I’m content with being alone, but later I’ll have to come inside when I know I need my friends more than ever, even if they are blind to my hurting.

Love it when everyone talks about getting a thigh gap or hip bones and a belly ring but then look at me and tell me I’m anorexic because I have these things? Oh, and don’t forget my trashy belly ring.

If those few people living for dont even know I’m sad, and still act so cruel to me, then why am I here? Why am I still trying to act like they’d care if it was over.

I’ve been told enough times by my sister to kill myself. So why not? I just need a proper rope and a high place.