Writing Pictures.

None of us do. We're worth more.

It's okay to want to tell someone sometimes. It's okay to need help.

We're all innocent underneath all of this. Innocent people who have witnessed far too much.

Why do we fear being seen at our worst?

But it's impossible to run away from it. Who I was is who I still am; I hate it.

It's hard to understand what's real and what's not, when all of these voices crash around and around in my head.

At least, you'll forget me. I'll always be here, you just won't want me anymore.

Just can't. I can't fix everything that I've ever known to be true.

Explains it all really.

Everytime I feel my stomach ache, or my head just freeze with dizziness, I know I'm feeling something. I know I'm still here. But one day this'll go too far. One day I may just not be here anymore.

No I can't.

So whatever the fuck happens, just have it in the back of your mind. And please God - stop searching for something you already have. You're all fucking beautiful, inside and out. Don't die for something that you already have; don't die for something that isn't worth having.