I'm just a girl
I love being called pretty, but i'll never believe it
I'm not always right, but hate admitting I'm wrong
I can be read like an open book, but hide so much
I work hard at things, but don't always get what i deserve
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|| Bilder kann man Löschen, die Erinnerungen nicht ||
Wer kann sich alles noch an Blue und Coco erinnern?😊.
Irgendwie vermisse ich die kleinen 😅.
Aber ihnen geht es ja gut da oben im Himmel💫🌈. Und da Fliegen sie glücklich herum 🐦
🐦= Blue & Coco 📅= 24/09/2017
Tw: mentions of suicide
I was given pain medication and I secretly took more in my bag just in case. I carelessly picked up a razor. I don’t eat as much anymore. It’s pathetic and I want to stop. At the same time though, I don’t want to. I wouldn’t mind being dead. I would be dead. I wouldn’t feel anything. I don’t really do anything for anyone other than be a burden. I get sad really easily and I’m too scared to tell my parents I might need a therapist. The first time I told my dad I was suicidal he yelled at me. We barely talked for two years after. I avoided my parents a lot. Now that those two years are over though, I try to talk to them. But now the thoughts are back and I don’t know what to do. I want to ask if I can get a therapist but I don’t want to be a bother. I don’t want to be annoying. People will tell me to get one and I laugh it off and say I’m broke. I lied a lot to my last one and it was all just a waste. I’m either sad or numb. And I know I sound so edgy and emo and I would get ridiculed for that. I don’t want to seem like I glorify or say suicide or mental illness is cool.