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My Side♥

My Side♥

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Life has a way of makinq somethinq totally unexpected , the best experience ♥

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When a bitch turns around and looks at you for no reason you’re like

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My cousin <3 she is an all around amazing person idk where the hell i’d be without her. She is a ball of energy sort of like a kitten lol. We have both had our share of issues like cutting, having problems at home, stuff like that but we always manage to have each others backs and be in each others life. I’m glad I was blessed with someone like her in my life <3

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what is this because it’s the most amazing thing I have ever read.

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This is me and these are my scars. August 2010, on vacation, Greece.
I’m recovering from self harm and these are my scars. They’re there. They’re visible. They always will be and I know that. I can’t go back and undo my mistakes. I used to hide my scars, always. I used to be so ashamed, I felt so ugly and disgusted with myself. People who say self harmers do it for attention? You have no idea of how far we go to cover it up, to conceal the truth, to keep it a secret, to keep it from you.
I regretted my mistakes for years. You know what that does to you? It makes you bitter. It makes you sad. It makes you lonely and miserable. It makes you push people away because you’re so ashamed. Everything hurts. Breathing hurts, living hurts, existing hurts and what hurts the most - to go on. To keep breathing, to keep living.
But you know what? I’m still me. I always have been. My skin might be damaged and yes, it’s self inflicted - but what difference does it make? The people who love me, they love me for me. Flaws doesn’t make them love me any less. My scars are a part of me. My scars made me who I am. People who can’t handle that - they’re free to leave. Friends who left? I let them leave. If I’m not good enough for them because I cut, that’s not my loss.
That’s shallow. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has a story. If people want to judge me based on how I look, go ahead. Are you perfect? Are you sure about that? Have you never done anything in your life you wish you could go back and change? Are you flawless? Really?
Because I’m not, and I know that.

I can’t believe this is still going around. And the notes, omg. Thank you so much for all your kind words and support, it means more to me than I’ll ever be able to express ♡

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I have so much respect for her. This is absolutely beautiful.

You’re my hero!

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