But my God - it's so beautiful when the boy smiles.

My mood's changing constantly all the time. I've began cutting in places where it won't be so obvious what it is. For example, my hipbone, my ribs, my collarbone. Just smal rips that can be mistaken as smal cuts from a branch or an animal.

On the other hand, I've never been as happy as I am now. I'm smiling. Because of a guy I've never spoken to. I'm not in love. I can't be. I don't believe in love at first sight. And I've only seen him three or four times or so. But he smiled to me. He smiled to a stranger, and I felt... I felt as if he cared. Cared about a stranger. He made me happy. I've been happy for a week now. Just because he smiled to me.


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Silje Victoria

23-Dec-2011 kl.05:41

Please stop hurting yourself.

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