It's funny how we appear to have pride when we're dying inside.

Some days are really hard, but I'll find a way to smile.

I wish I could tell you what I feel inside. But in my mind I believe this is a burden I must carry alone. I feel you may not understand. and that would simply tear my world apart.

I have a tendency to hurt myself physically, when I'm hurting inside.

I might die from the drugs but it sure killed the pain.

It's sad when you get hurt so often that you say "It's fine, I'm used to it."

My day consisted of, I want to kill myself, and the world is so beautiful with a constant I hate everyone.

There's so many things I wanted to tell him, but I knew they'd hurt him. So I buried them deep down, and let them hurt me.

One day I'm just going to answer, "No, actually I'm not okay." and no one's going to know what to do.

Eventually she just, gave up on everything.