Wake the hell up.

Yup.
It's happened.
I'm finally all better.
Finally.

At least I say I am.
I hope I'm not lying to myself.


Never again shall I bring any sharp objects to my skin to draw blood.
Never.
Never again shall I swallow another pill.
Never.

So, yes. I'm all better.
I hope.
I don't need to lie to myself.
Not again.

I made this journal, not to brag about how I used to cut. Or to brag about how I'm going to stop and be so "strong" and "powerful".
No, this is a promise.
A promise to myself.
If I ever scar my skin again, or choke another pill.
I'll look back, see this, and cry slowly to myself.

I hope that doesn't have to happen.
But, I'm pretty sure it will.

So, don't worry about me.
Seriously.
I've decided that I'm okay now.
I just needed to let you know.

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harlequin.

harlequin.
Name
Arianna Tragik.
Age
-
Gender
Female
Location
On the verge.
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