When the world crumbles around me, the only thing that keeps me from falling apart with it is the sweet slice of a blade through my skin.
A simple cut can make everything better just for that little while.
I've given up. I will never meet your standards. They are just freaking high standards. I know I'll never be good enough but do you really have to treat me that way? You only text me when you are bored or you need something from me. Please just stop. It feels like I'm just a toy where you would come and play with when you are bored and then after you found something new, you would leave me at the corner. Thank you so much for making me feel like I don't deserve to live. You call it self harm and I call it sweet serenade. It's not about attention! It's about the exact opposite. It's about expressing your feelings in ways that you cannot with words.
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I’m the type of person that enjoys making an impact on people’s day. I enjoy putting a smile on others faces. It doesn’t matter if they are a complete stranger or a best friend. I treat everyone with the same amount of respect. I’m the type of person that says “please” and “thank you”. The person that holds the door open for you. The person that lets you cut ahead in line. The person that says “bless you” when you sneeze. The person that spots you a couple dollars if you need it. The person that picks up your pencil off the floor. The person that reminds you that not everyone is cold hearted and distant. The person that shows you that not all good people are gone. The one that makes an impact on your day whether it be only for a minute or a lifetime. I’m the person that shows you that there still is hope in humanity. I’m the person that believes acts of kindness can change the world for the better.
