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I Know I'm Crazy
Aryan. 16. Music. Crazy. Insecure. Bisexual. Talk to me, I don't bite. Much.
Self-harm isn’t about how deep the cuts are, how many there are, where you do them, how bad they scar, if one person has more than you or has gone deeper. It’s not a goddamn competition. It’s about pain, and suffering, and being trapped in your own fucking mind with no way out. It’s being so fucking desperate, and down, that you have to result to a physical pain to let out the psychological pain. I don’t give a shit who you are, if you tell me self-harm is for attention, I’m going to kick your goddamn ass.
Isn’t it weird how suddenly you realize, that during being depressed- you smile? You realize you’ve grown into that acting and you don’t see a difference. It’s become a daily routine to smile all the time. You can’t even fight your act anymore, it’s grown into you, you don’t even need to worry about “What if I fail to be okay today…” you just do it, it comes naturally. That’s the moment when you realize, that you’ve become so fucking good at this and when you’re all alone- that’s when all your walls break down. You feel limp inside, you feel worthless and lonely, unwanted and that’s when you feel free. You don’t even realize what society has done to you.
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