me: omg finally i’m happy
depression: you aren’t
anxiety: you aren’t
panic: you aren’t
stress: you aren’t
bad memories: you aren’t
old traumas: you aren’t
mom: you aren’t
school: you aren’t
neighbor: you aren’t
neighbor’s cat: you aren’t
me: k i’m not
‘Het vraagt zoveel energie. Om voor de buitenwereld te laten blijken dat alles terug oké is. Terwijl je eigenlijk nog altijd op je kamer zit te piekeren, over de domste maar ook weer donkerste dingen, zonder dat ze dat beseffen.’
When you are a cutter
you notice different things.
You notice how some people only wear long sleeves
and pants
even on the hottest days of summer.
You notice the red, when bracelets slip down in class.
You notice
people empty eyes
and the way they tag away
when someone grabs their arms.
& you glance the room looking at people’s wrists
searching for scars
just like yours.
your tumblr is one of those things that you want everyone to see but at the same time you never want to show it to anyone
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