it terrifies me, that in a few years from now, everything will be different.
i might be married, i might have children, and live in a little house in the city or in a town,
living an ordinary, boring life. my scars will have faded and i won't be depressed anymore.
my life will be simple, happy, and i will be content with what i have become. but at night, those thoughts, the voices, they might return. they will be hovering over my head like dark little clouds,
and they won't leave again. and i am afraid, that i won't be able to tell anyone, because who
the hell would still be a depressed cutter as a mum? it's been bugging me for quite a while now.
that maybe, i will never be normal. maybe i will always stay sick, and those little periods
of time in which i am happy, in which i don't feel suicidal and depressed, are no more than that.
little periods of time.
hi. i'm emily. and i'm weird.
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