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.....the cold never bothered me anyways.....

"i believe in ghosts"

xXx my little pony is my life xXx

❝She was like the moon, a part of her was always hidden away.❞

❝You used to be the reason why I smile every morning, now you're the reason why I cry at night.❞

❝Every thought is a battle. Every breath is a war, and I don’t think I’m winning anymore.❞

❝Sometimes the girl who’s always been there for everyone else needs someone to be there for her.❞

❝I hate getting flashbacks from things I don’t want to remember.❞

����������������������������������������������������������������������Emo, yes it is short for emotional. But ,there is more to emo then hair and looks. Emo is a state of mind. Most people, made themselves appear emo. While in reality, they have too much hope to be emo. Emo is much like goth. But, goth is Darker. Emo is more emotional, harder to fake. Yes, some emos cut themselves, but there is more than that. Emo is one of the hardest things to explain. People hate emos, b/c they view us as suicidal, cry babies, or just weak. That's NOT what emo is. Suicidal yes, at times. But, plz don't judge me for being emo. It's not what I chose to be. It's just what I am.
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#1
The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.

#2
Some friends don't understand this. They don't understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you're wonderful just the way you are. They don't understand that I can't remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.

#3
The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.

plz go follow my sistahs @scarred and @scrawled

quick rundown of me:

i love drawing, elsa from frozen, and my little pony

oh and I always follow back.

thx, luv shattered