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Heyo!
Today and the last couple of weeks have been okay. I mean, i'm still depressed. But now, instead of cutting, i've decided to start tracing/ drawing. I thought, let's try something new. I feel like it might help. I've got green sharpie up my thighs from last friday. My friend thought it'd be a good idea. I had a sleepover with her the other day, and I had fun.
Lately, i've been really into poetry. But to be more specific, ATTICUS poetry. Im not sure why. But he's an incredible poet. My favourite poem is from his book LOVE HER WILD. The quote goes "I worry there is something broken in our generation. There's so many sad eyes on happy faces." I don't know. I'm excited for Christmas. But like i'm still kinda ehh. Like i still want to cut and everything, but i'm trying not to. And i'm trying to survive. I'm trying so fucking hard. I know it may get better, and that eventually, this will just be in the past. But right now, i feel exhausted because of how hard im trying to survive. My psychologist thinks im getting better. I'm not sure if I am. I'm not sure if i'm getting better, or if i'm better at hiding it.
Trying her hardest to survive,
-Tayla x
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Letters To Me
Random!TRIGGER WARNING! - May contain Disturbing scenes, depending whether I decide to put them in. Started on the 13th Of October 2017. Just letters to me with all of my secrets ;) I may add a story line eventually but idk
