The perfect storm

Dear everyone who is currently working on a Thing, whatever that Thing may be,

“If self-destruction was a pretty thing, I’d be a fucking masterpiece”

“Most of the time I’m wishing i’ll be diagnosed with cancer or a car would accidentally run me over so i wouldn’t have to be stuck in this misery”

“I made a promise to my dad 10 weeks ago saying i would stop cutting. Last night i burned myself instead so i could keep that promise. It didnt leave a mark so luckily i wont have to hide it but i feel like i still broke my promise. I feel awful”

“And some nights I still cry myself to sleep and I still want to die. But I don’t talk about it.”

“There’s a voice inside my head that tells me that I need to starve myself to death. Do you understand how fucked up this is?”

“She has a heart full of scars but it didn’t stop her from loving too much. She fought too many battles but it didn’t stop her from giving up. She had cried ocean of tears but it didn’t stop her from sharing her smiles. She may be broken but it didn’t stop her from being amazing.”

“The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for being happy.”