This is it.
^^^I pretty much summed up some it it there^^^
But if you’d like to know more just ask. Ive been through a lot in my 16 years, more then i would have liked. But at the end of the day, its what makes me, me. I try to cope with the stress, anxiety, not having a father, being sexually harassed and molested, emotional and sometimes physical abuse, and knowing i allowed myself to be bullied into submission. It just gets hard and one day i cracked and tried to commit suicide. Of course I’m still here so that lets you know it went. All it got me was a stay at a psych ward and my stomach pumped And yes i do cut myself, Ive hated my very being sense i was so young, so it’s so hard for me to take a compliment when i was put down about my appearance for so long, I truly don’t believe I’m worth much. People on tumblr tell me a lot of nice things, but at the end of the day words are just words. They won’t make me forget nor heal my tortured soul.