DaniThePotato

I've stumbled many times. I'll be on the ground bleeding and broken, staring at my feet, wondering about why they felt this sudden need of betrayal. This has happened countless times and still, I have not yet figured it out. The way my body works the way it does seems to be mind boggling - I don't seem to work based on what MY brain is telling IT to do, but what ITS brain is telling ME to do. So I suppose I have no choice, I'll continue stumbling. And there are times where I should be angry and hurt and desperate and just in a completely isolated phase, and I'll sit there, smiling and nodding and saying how no matter what, it will always be

You Can't. Her face holds empty eyes and cracked lips, a fake expression of sanity and warmth - and yet it doesn't seem like there's anything missing from her... Day in and day out she's staring at that bottle of pills she could have easily downed the night before. Only six left right? There are scissors- hidden from company, and knives- that fit into drawers, and tears-bottled up without reason, and somehow, she still manages to laugh. How can she be perfect anymore? She never was, knew she never would be, hates her body, her laugh, her smile, her annoying energy surrounding her being. There's nothing that she likes anymore. So how is she