Finally something just about me.

destructivedreaming:

I’m sorry for being a fuck up

I’m sorry for being nuts

I’m sorry for being sick

I’m sorry for making you worry

I’m sorry for manipulating you

I’m sorry for making you cry

I’m sorry for making you pay all the hospital bills

I’m sorry for hurting myself

I’m sorry for being a bad…

Sex, Drugs, and Rock&Roll. Weed, Speed, and Birth Control. Life’s a bitch and then you die, so fuck the world lets all get HIGH.

I just posted the status on facebook: I am who I am. Accept me, reject me, but I’m still me.

A ton of people liked it. The funny thing is basically every single one of the people who liked it have no idea why I even posted it. Most of them know the surface of who I am. They see my happy, bubbly side everyday but they have no idea the battles I fight internally everyday…I’m in recovery from extensive self injury, I do drugs; sometimes to numb my pain, I’m trying to recover from my eating disorder yet I struggle with it everyday and most days I still don’t even think it’s a problem, I don’t like going home not because I’m so busy with school that I couldn’t, it’s because my mom is sick and it hurts me to see her in pain. Most days I would love to express how I feel, but I don’t. I have trust issues in which I barely let anyone into my life. I appreciate that people supported me for what I said, but if only they knew. If only they knew that I only posted that status because I’m trying to feel more secure about myself, but you know what it’s not working.