Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections

A thousand dreams to come true, but one to die...my death

Thin to thick, short to long, shallow to deep cuts run all along by body.

What's the point on living, if the only reason your living now dies?

The party is just getting started when I die.

I thought I was the mistake... Maybe the mistake was talking and trusting in you.

I should keep my head down, and mouth shut, so no one knows I'm unhappy and about to commit suicide...because of all of you.

Is it wrong to make yourself black out so I don't have to be here?

You will never know who I am... I don't even know..

Thin enough cuts that it looks like a paper cut..all because of knives