I felt it. Perfection.

e-c-l-i-p-s-e-d:

those slippas

i want dem

alive-and-breathing-sadly:

I am never good enough, am I?

purgingmylifeaway:

This is probably what my soul looks like.

My thoughts exactly.

the-l0vesick:

Lately my self-hatred has been increasing. Every second, I hate myself more.

I have lost the one I love the most. And I will never really get over it. She is dead. And the promise I made her is the only thing that keeps me alive.

My name is Bella. I'm a ballerina. I'm on my way to perfection. Physical perfection. I want to be thin, more than I want to live. I want my bones to show, each day more than they already do.

Self-harmer.

Im worthless. I'm selfish, mean, cold, sarcastic, basically not worth anyones time.

Everyone thinks I am a happy girl. I will never admit to anyone how much pain I live with. I don't think they'd care though.

I am a horrible person.

I'm always here if you want to talk, and I follow back.

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