Asrar Opera -art

“If a clock could count down to the moment toi meet your soul mate, would toi want to know?”
The rain beaded off the haut, retour au début of the building as it picked up from a soft drizzle to a hard downpour.
“I l’amour the rain.” a dit a sweet calm voice from a old women in a hospital bed, she was hooked up to the machines suivant to her. She looked like worn down paper that had been used to many times, her hair was white and thin and there was little of it, and the light in her grey green eyes almost gone. The was many people sitting around in the the small white room, they all looked sad and tired like...

Sometimes i wonder if people even care about me? ou if they should care? Because honestly i think im going mad. I think everythings getting to my head and the voices, they never stop anymore...and they're louder to..really bad things..

I also wonder why people care about me? I mean i really am a Lost hope...i cant save anyone anymore because i can barely sûr, sans danger myself..Everythings getting bad..real bad..

I also wonder if my family notices i havent been eating? Because i havent been eating and ive been skiping meals and counting calories. I wonder if they see that i really hate myself and eveything...

salut Guys, It's me , Ellen.
And here, this is where I feel like I am family.
I feel like I don't ever belong. But when I'm with toi guys, It's like I'm... Welcome.
I think I am hideous but my Friends say otherwise.
I may be the one that tries to cheer everyone up at school but I have my own problems too.
I am going through a really tough time right know and it is a struggle to be OKAY. I am sorry about complaining about my problems like this but it just makes me feel better to tell toi guys. I need to tell toi guys something very important. I may not be the most depressed person but i sure as...

how it feels

Eating disorders are diseases of silence. We are all silently screaming for something: attention, love, help, escape ou forgiveness. Although we might be looking to fill different voids, we never ask for the things we need. We feel unworthy, that for some reason we don’t deserve them. So, we play the game of guess what I need from you. You’re inability to guess just feeds our feelings of worthlessness.

When toi finally realize there is a problem, it is much too late. We will now fight, lie, and cheat to hold on to the one thing that has donné us support. toi see the symptoms,...

toi know she is finding her way there, par how the air feels. toi know she’s coming par the sound of the wind whispering in your ear, telling toi secrets. toi know she’s on her way par the way the clouds gather and dance in the sky, like there having a party. toi know she is creeping behind toi par the fog that blows from your mouth. toi know she’s right suivant to toi when the lights begin to flicker.
toi can feel the air get thicker and it slowly becomes harder to breath. Your lungs feel like there being beaten. toi slowly run your hands over your arms and toi can feel all your hair standing...