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

After everything you stayed by my side so why couldnt i stand by yours when you needed me..

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

How am I supposed to explain something to someone, when I don't even understand it myself?

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.

'Compliments make me feel uncomfortable.'
'Why?' 'Because I feel like I'm being lied to.'

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.