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Female , 18-21

ive gone through alot in my life and ive made more than my fair share of mistakes but i dont let my problems define me and i keep learning and becoming a better person.

Last Seen May 8
Member Since Jun 22, 2011
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  • a little Scandinavian
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Horoscope Aries
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Books Revolution, and Willow, second glance
Music Lady Gaga, Marilyn Manson, Marina and the Diamonds, Kylie Minogue, Alice Cooper, Cherri Bomb, Lana Del Rey
Movies Sweeney Todd, Harry Potter 5-7, Alice in wonderland, basically anything with Helena Bonham Carter, and a League of Their Own
Local Time June 3rd, 6:19 PM

I Have a Confession

My eating disorder and self injury have gotten out of hand. ive gone from just merely cutting to burning myself badly. so i'm getting sent to Treatment and it scares me. i don't know what it will be... [more]
  • I Am So Ugly

    I Hate Myself Today my mom announced she was taking me and my brother to the pool. So I made an excuse not to go but she forced me to go. I had to get into my bathingsuit. I hate my body. Looking at mySelf in the m… [more]
  • I Battle Depression

    It Creeps Up On Me it never leaves it lays lurking in the shadows waiting for me to give in. It Makes me angry and I crave the feel of metal on my skin I long for the sight of blood. I feel like a freak no matter how ha… [more]
  • I Have Crushes On Fictitious Characters

    Evil Women Are Always The Hottest My fictitious crushes are all evil women. Lol this list is my evil hot as hell crushes with one exception. The only crush I have on a not evil character is Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. Here is al… [more]
  • I Might Be a Lesbian

    I'm Confused. Up until last year I always thought I like boys cuz that's what my mom had always told me was right. I had never hated lesbians and gays but my dad had left my mom for a guy so she had made him look l… [more]
  • my struggle

    Posted on: December 8th, 2012 at 1:55PM

    My Struggle   Writing sins of sorrow on my arms on my bodyOnly one tool needed to inflict painRelief for a few secondsBefore the feelings all rush backAnd drown me, dragging me underI look at my tool of relief and push it awayI don’t need you anymore I tell the razorBut my body betrays meAnd aches for the fell of cool metal on my skinNo you won’t winI don’t need youBut the urge leaves me shaking, cryingMy reserve of strength weakeningI search for a memory to push aside this terrible urgeBut it stands no chance and I give inAs I whisper this is the last timeI will give in to you. … [more]

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  • my monsters don't define me

    Posted on: December 8th, 2012 at 2:01PM

    My Monsters Don’t Define Me              Scars and bruises mark my body, telling of the battles and the monsters I have fought and am still fighting.  Some I have won the majority I have lost.  My scars and bruises tell of the monsters I have fought. The scars show the way I change. As they fade I become stronger and finally take control of myself. The power slowly changes hands. This weak little girl that cries all the time and gives into her urges is not who I am.            I am a strong woman that is learning to push the urges away and who has come to reclaim herself after three years. My hand  is  raised in triumph as I win the first of a series of many battles. Slowly I pick up the pie… [more]

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  • friends

    Posted on: May 8th, 2015 at 3:25PM

    Friends can be soooo frustrating!! there is this friend i have who was a really close friend but she goes through these times where she wont talk to anyone and its frustrating because i wont hear from her for months and she wont respond to my texts and then all of a sudden she reappears and wants to be as close as we were. my others friends said that i don't need a friend like that because i cant rely on her but icare about her alot and when we do hangout its awesome.… [more]

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  • the hunger

    Posted on: December 8th, 2012 at 2:21PM

    the hunger consumes meeating away at me from the inside outuntil all that is left is a broken shell of a girlblood flows on the outside of my bodyribs as sharp as the edge of a razor as my skin clings to themmy mind is a fog that never wavers, distracting me from my thoughtsthoughts that buzz through my head so fast that i cant keep up, driving me crazymy body shakes from lack of food, from lack of bloodmy body roars in hunger but my mind ignores itonly one thing is importantmy weightthese monsters that are my anorexia and bulimia will not be apeased until all that is left of me is aquivering mass of skin and boneswhere a wreck of a girl will reside because her monsters like to mess with her… [more]

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