Eating Was Hard. Breathing Was Hard. Living

Melancholy Held Me Hostage, And The Bees Built A Hive Of Sadness In My Soul.

What Do I Want? The Answer To That Question Does Not Exist.

Nothing Is Perfect. Flaws Are Interesting. Be The Tree.

I Keep Thinking That If I Could Just Unzip My Skin, Step Out Of This Body, Then I Would See Who I Really Am.“ She Nods Her Head Slowly. „what Do You Think You‘d Look Like?” “smaller, For A Start.

I Wish Adults Would Spend Less Energy Freaking Out About The Cutting Itself And Work Harder To Understand What Drives Kids To Self-harm.