Isnt It Unfair How You Can Grow Up With The Luck Of Having A Working Body, Getting Used To Everything

Isnt it unfair how you can grow up with the luck of having a working body, getting used to everything working the way it should, being happy, being healhty, just for it all to be ripped away as you get older. Having to get used to the idea of never doing the things you loved again, and people expecting you to be okay throughout it all.

“I’m just broken. But in a way that makes me … me. My drugs don’t define me. I’m not psychotic. I’m not dangerous. The drugs I take are just a pinch of salt. A little seasoning in life, if you will.”

Tw. Ed

"You've gained 3kg?! What will you do now? Just not eat for a whole week"

He said it once, and it has repeated in my head ever since..

I will remove anyone from my life to protect the peace that I've worked so hard for. Nobody took me out of the dark. I did it on my own.

Unknown

Quiet: the importance of introverts in a society that won't stop talking.

Solitaire

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