A bit hyper, a bit crazy, a bit emotional; that's me. I'll hide my pain, even though inside I'm going insane. Forgiving too easily, falling too quickly; those are my weaknesses, my mistakes are grievous. I'm insecure, that's for sure. Music is my savior, thus explains my behavior. Trying to live life for myself, I'll show you my thoughts here, itself.

Me: I'm feeling quite good today
Body: How? You're fat
Self harm: How? I'm on yours arm as proof you are not
Mirror: How? Look at yourself
Paranoia: How? Your friends hate you
Mind: How? You're a total failure
Me: Oh, right, yeah.

Sometimes your parents’ criticism just goes too far..

(via bornoriginalwhydieacopy)

you know when you fangirl so hard you just sit there flapping your arms squeaking at the computer screen and laughing like a mental hospital patient

(Source: jalexatsix, via shesthe-lastrealdreamer)