Why do I love crying ? Well, it's the same in
I'm just a girl, trapped by the voices in my head. I can never again
be the same. I've been anorexic, I've been bulimic. I've cried over
boys. I've cut, and I've scratched myself to sleep. Twisting and
turning to get those thoughts out of my head.
Your ordinary, nobody loves you...
Average Jane, not unique, not different...
I hurt myself to keep her away.
My only Weakness.