I have an alter ego, she's called English
Rose.
Not that it matters who I am or who I was.
It's where I'm going. Who I am going to be.
I've been to the bottom of the ocean sunk to depths I never thought was inhabitable.
I've been ill.
Really ill.
It defined who I was, a person I didn't like or a person I ever want to be again.
You could say I'm in recovery.
But I still think I've just been able to cope better than before.
I'm fucking NOT pro ana so don't even follow me or talk to me bwt that shit.
I've lost count of how many times I've committed suicide.
I will kill myself one day.
I feel it.
My idol is Sylvia Plath she is just everything.
I have a tattoo "hope" above my scars.
It reminds me everyday not to be a cunt and get caught up in today when tomorrow is more important.
I was happy when I managed to get a handful of followers. To reach over 100 is overwhelming.
I hope you comment me because you are truly wonderful finding my blog.
ER
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