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I was seconds away from getting in jail for life. I was standing there in the city, full of rage, with a knife in my hand. Ready to kill her. The only thing that stopped me was that there was too many people there, I am so relieved of that now.
She is the one that fascinates me. Everything about her is just perfect, of course, not "perfect" in societies way. But for me. She does things with so much beauty, and she is just so wonderful. The world would be so boring without her.
my tumblr dashboard is the most perfect thing in the world.
I painted her body with flowers of love, she bursted into tears of happiness. She was loved in this moment, covered with flowers just as beautiful as her.
I am a visitor in your life. You can choose if I will be a nice one, or a bad one. I can help you and give you advice, or make you want to end your life. It's up to you, because I'm your visitor.
It's so hard to speak when nobody listen to you, when you have such a hard time saying what you mean, and what you feel. I wish I could talk to people about how much self harm has affected me, but they would just think that I'm an idiot. So I don't even have the the guts to try.
I have a lot of responsibility, more than I can handle, actually. I have to get surgery, minimum 5 operations. One will make me feel worthless, and another one will ruin my arm so much that I can't ever use it again. I have no idea of which to choose, but I'll probably choose the one that will make others happy with me.
I will not choose the job everybody wants me to, or the one who gives me money. I will choose the one that makes me happy, no matter how much I will be paid. I just want to be happy.