My mask is a beautiful one, without cracks it lies
Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: Under the bed.
I am currently:
o: It's the awesome snail shell again :D xx
Everyday i plant this plastic smile on my lips,,
How long till I give up?
These scars are my biography
Pain and Loss and Hurt
This is my life. Georgia is my little sis :) Becky is my Twin x
Sammy=awesome to the frigging max. Watchers council and scooby gang extraordinaire, my Buffy buddy love.
"What could I do? I can’t fix your stuttering. I can’t wipe the razor-blade scars off your wrists or the cigarette burns off the back of you hands. I can’t give you a new mother. And as far as the nurse riding you like this, rubbing your nose in your weakness till what little dignity you got left is gone and you shrink up to nothing from humiliation, I can’t do anything about that either."
— Chief Bromden, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey.
ooh! you changed it again :)
the background is so... i dont know how to describe it, but its really pretty!
(is it billy bibbit again?)
"God take me, because I hate me" -Underoath
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
yeah... he is an angel now.... have you read the book or seen the movie or play?
"What could I do? I can’t fix your stuttering. I can’t wipe the razor-blade scars off your wrists or the cigarette burns off the back of you hands. I can’t give you a new mother. And as far as the nurse riding you like this, rubbing your nose in your weakness till what little dignity you got left is gone and you shrink up to nothing from humiliation, I can’t do anything about that either."
— Chief Bromden, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey.
"What could I do? I can’t fix your stuttering. I can’t wipe the razor-blade scars off your wrists or the cigarette burns off the back of you hands. I can’t give you a new mother. And as far as the nurse riding you like this, rubbing your nose in your weakness till what little dignity you got left is gone and you shrink up to nothing from humiliation, I can’t do anything about that either."
— Chief Bromden, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey.
yeah... he is an angel now.... have you read the book or seen the movie or play?
nuh uh... i had never even heard of him until your username :) i'll need to look it up
"God take me, because I hate me" -Underoath
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
"What could I do? I can’t fix your stuttering. I can’t wipe the razor-blade scars off your wrists or the cigarette burns off the back of you hands. I can’t give you a new mother. And as far as the nurse riding you like this, rubbing your nose in your weakness till what little dignity you got left is gone and you shrink up to nothing from humiliation, I can’t do anything about that either."
— Chief Bromden, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey.
i like yours too :) its like a heart with a hole in it
"God take me, because I hate me" -Underoath
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
that was a fun trip :) i'm sure you'd look great in the photo!
your avatar reminds me of all the snails where i used to live ;) they always ate our sunflower plants, but i thought they were cute :)
"God take me, because I hate me" -Underoath
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
"What could I do? I can’t fix your stuttering. I can’t wipe the razor-blade scars off your wrists or the cigarette burns off the back of you hands. I can’t give you a new mother. And as far as the nurse riding you like this, rubbing your nose in your weakness till what little dignity you got left is gone and you shrink up to nothing from humiliation, I can’t do anything about that either."
— Chief Bromden, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey.
The closer you are to the light,
