They say they're fine, but they're going insane. 
They say they feel good, but all they feel is pain.
They say: "It's nothing", but it's actually something.
They say they're okay, but the truth is they're not.
Faking a smile is easier than explaining why in your head everything is your fault or why you take a blade against your skin or why you count the calories or why you're always canceling social activities.
It doesn't matter if you have a great family. Great friends. Food on your plate. Good grades. Nice vacations. You could still feel like shit each and every day. You could still want to die when you wake up. It doesn't matter, because mental disorders don't care if you have a good life or not.
We care too much about people who don't give a shit about us.
When did the brush become a razor and the canvas our wrists?
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Sorry for no updates I just REALLY do not feel like it. There’ve been a lot of troubles in my life so... yeah. Lame excuse, sorry. 
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