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LOVE & PINE

Well, Im a girl. My names Maham. Im 18. And this is my page, and these are my thoughts, therefore I can post whatever the fuck I want. You will only know things about me that I choose to let you know. Im random and my mood changes quite a bit, soo expect the same from my tumblr.

What if who I am is simply defined by a mental illness and without it, I would be left with no identity? How do I be something else if I’m fixed and lose everything that makes me who I am? What do I have left if I’m not sad? Because this is my life. I don’t know how to be anyone else. I know I’m getting worse but I don’t think I wana change because I see no good coming from it. I hate being a fuck up but I love it just as much equally. If that makes any sense.


Before/After

Before/After


Before I lose myself in a couple of alcoholic beverages, I would like to say…

Not to sound completely negative and I’m not saying that there will be no changes made in 2012 and that there is no hope, but for people who have been self harming for years and people who have eating disorders and people who have clinical depression or a eating disorder, a new year is probably already starting off as a failure because we haven’t changed and we know we aren’t gonna. We are going to be taking with us something from the past, a habit that started off small but became an addiction, and we are going to continue it this year also. I would love to say that I’m never gonna cut again but who am I kidding, happiness is only an illusion that will only temporarily last in my life, for a moment, and then reality will hit again. I’m sure there are people out there who are going to make big changes in their life too and quit being so down on themselves but theres also a lot of people who are going to be the same, if not worse. It’s hard to start off fresh when there are scars on our body to keep reminding us of what we think we are worth. I have big changes or accomplishments to look forward to next year but its hard to make it to that one day of happiness when there will be more days where I’m going to not want to live. But I am excited though. I’m a bit hopeful, not going to lie, for more days where I will be too happy to even think about cutting. I’m not used to that feeling but I kinda want to be, even though I know no matter what I’m always going to be a cutter and I know I have to get professional help to think straight and positively. But I’ve held on for so long, I can make it through another year. I think I can. I think we all can.