
Fat.
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I will never be good enough. Never. Do you want to know why? Because I’m a mess. A total disgrace to my family. In their minds, I ‘was’ the depressed cutter. They think I’ve stopped and that I’m better but I’m not. I’m just a lie just like my life. They don’t deserve a daughter/sister like me. It’s a good thing they don’t know what I really think about myself.

¿Como decirte que necesito tus abrazos sin sonar desesperada?

Este iba a ser un gran año..iba