50% of me: “I love dresses and flowers and pretty things.”
Other 50% of me: “I love tattoos and hardcore music and concerts and skinny jeans.”
I don’t think you get it. When I say that I’m sad, it doesn’t mean my day kinda sucked or I’m not getting my way. It means that every cell in my body is screaming that I don’t deserve to be alive and that I should make everyone’s life easier by removing myself from the equation.
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