It's been months since depression took over you, and it's been months since you isolated yourself from the rest of the world. Engulfed by the fear of being judged and being criticized by everyone around you, because who could understand you? A girl who hated herself, who dared not to look into the mirror for she despised how she wasn't like the other girls: skinny and pretty. Her thighs and wrists full of scars, her eyes a pinkish red and her lips cracked and pale.
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Published on November 07, 2015 03:00