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Dull

Her eyes focused on the smallest particle of dust, as it slowly danced around through the air. She breathes ever so slowly in, then out again. Her eyes fell shut. She took in the quiet.  The small ticks of her clock across the room, the sound of the AC running quietly from the other side of the house. It was as if the entire world was asleep. She Drew in a deep breath, breathing it out through her mouth slowly, drawing it out as long as possible. Slowly she reopened her eyes. She panned her eyes around the dull cold room, slowly taking in every detail. The lighting slightly changed as the sun passed behind the clouds outside her window. Her thighs and wrists still ached from earlier that day. She noticed the small pain on her elbow as well from the night before, where the skin had been scraped and irritated now. Her dull room walls sat around her like a prison cell seeming too slowly get closer as she lay in her bed. Even the large comforter couldn’t keep her warm as the Autumn air hit her neck and face. She felt the warm wetness fall from her eyes slowly, she once more breathed in ever so slowly as her mind continue to scream, she shut her eyes hoping it would all be over as fast as it started. ~Anon

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hey if ur reading this and ur in a bad spot mentally or anything i hope u feel better soon and have a good day ✨⭐️✨

please take care of yourself!

Closed up

In this house I feel like I can’t express myself. I feel as if anything I like isn’t good enough. I try to show what I like to my family and they always insult it and I feel like a brat. I always say “well I guess I’ll go back to being closed up” but I never really do. Here lately I have lost alot of wight again and I don’t eat as much which is strange for me because I love food, I always have. I have also been wanting to cut more and more. I feel constantly like I’m being judged by the stuff I like or how I dress to the point I don’t want to leave my room. I don’t like myself and I feel like a brat for it. I don’t want to tell anyone how I feel bcause it makes me seem like a brat, hell, even writing it on a anonymous blog makes me feel like a brat at this point just because people read it. ~Anon

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February 16th - 20:24

I flushed my razors and threw away my cigarettes. A new start, I don't think I'll be needing them any more anyways. ^^ ~Anon