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i farted in the apple store and everyone got mad but it wasnt my fault they don’t have Windows
…I don’t even know what to say.
But here’s what I want to say right now.
Fuck you.
Fuck you depression.
Fuck you “friends”.
Fuck you for acting like I’m a fucking piece of shit.
Fuck you for saying I’m “Batshit crazy”, “annoying”, and other very hurtful things.
Fuck you for not trying to understand me, and not putting yourselves in my shoes.
Fuck you for trashing me like that.
Fuck you.
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.
FUCKING RESPECT TO YOU!! <3
Fucking twats.
-Self-harm is not a fashion, not something we should be promoting and certainly not something buisnesses should be making money from.
The real ‘emo scars’ are hiden and secret, not flaunted and shown around.
I’m sorry, but this has brought back the urge i just over came, can’t even internet shop without being reminded of how discusting and horrible our generation and people marketing our generation really is.
Please reblog this if you have GENUINE scars and want to see producers of this product get shot down for this.
-rant over.
WHAT IN THE FUCKS IS THIS
I have had a shit day, and I felt the urge to cut again, and it’s been a while since I have stopped. Do you think this made me feel any better about myself? Do you guys think cutting is fun? What about scars? NO. They’re fucking horrible. Do you think this makes us feel any better? Do you think it’s a joke? Do you think it’s for attention? If so, I don’t even know what to say. Fuck you. FUCK YOU.
