Sometimes I feel like if I cover my scars, somebody will finally think I'm beautiful again.
But, then I realize my scars remind me of my past. The one on my forehead from falling out of a chair when I was little, the one on my face from the multiple surgeries from my childhood, or the ones on my legs from a relationship that was far from happy. May it be scraped knees, fights with sisters, or self-harm. Scars tell your story and you should wear it proudly.
I was waiting for that. My parents finally went to work. I am home alone. Sorry mum and dad, that I havent been the girl you always wanted. Sorry for anybody I have annoyed in my life. I thought I could run away from everything here on Tumblr, but I had more hate instead because of how I look and my nationality. I love all the people that I met here, the ones who supported me and loved me. Some people may say she is just seeking attention but just put yourself in someone's shoes for once. I will not delete my Tumblr but I will delete myself from life.Goodbye.
PLEASE REBLOG THIS SO SHE’LL KNOW THAT THE PEOPLE HERE ON TUMBLR DO CARE AND LOVE HER!
STOP SCROLLING. now reblog the hell out of this.
Tumblr was here for me when I needed help. Now I’m here for Tumblr. Stop fucking scrolling and reblog. Your reblogging of useless shit can wait. This is a person’s life.
Of my stupid hand with that stupid bracelet that stupid you gave me with that stupid thing that you used to say to me written on the back of my stupid hand. It was written by stupid you and your stupid pen and it said, “Tu e moi beaux chou chou.” I hate finding stupid things like that.