I looked my scars the other day and I started to remember the first time I’ve cut myself. I remembered how I was fighting and surviving. And I realised that now I just don’t care. My answer to everything is ”Whatever.” or ”I don’t care.” and that’s sad. I am dead. And I am just waiting for the end. And what makes me even sadder is the fact that a lot of young people feel the same. They are waiting for something that will set them free from this thing we call ‘life’… I am waiting,you are waiting. WE are all waiting. But it’s time to start our own battle. Our war. For freedom. Go out,look at the sun and stop pulling down your sleeve,you’re better than that. And you are stronger than that,trust me. Breathe. LIVE. You deserve that and now it’s your time. It’s your time to shine. And why?-Because you have to fall before you fly. Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

-Me :)