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- part of me hates myself so much that i cannot understand why anyone would ever want to speak to me so i avoid people in the hope that they will notice i am and comment

- i go to church and everyone thinks im a good Christian but actually im rubbish

my scars go from my shoulders to my wrist on the outside on both arms although my left arm is worse. I hate them except when there a new ones as people are more likely to comment then. If they do, I lie but I always hope they will question my lie. I look other people wearing sleeveless tops unself-c...

running in heels by anna maxted
don't ask me why by tania kindrsley
Cazalet chronicles (The light Years, Marking Time, Confusion, Casting off) by Elizabeth Jane Howard

Drifting - Bebo Norman Sometimes When I'm all alone I don't know if I can Take another breath Some say home is where the heart is Tell me where my heart is 'Cause I'm scared to death Falling from the rooftops Crashing like a raindrop Can you make my heart stop Shaking like a leaf Standing at the flo...