Tigger is my best friend, with beautiful stripes all over. And I’m me, with stripes of my own, all over. Not as beautiful as Tiggers’ stripes. Mine are jagged, red and purple, running on my skin in all directions. Tigger was born with his stripes. Mine have grown in time, self inflicted, cut out. New stripes on top of old stripes. Fresh blood running accross old wounds. Again and again. This is me. I’m me. I’m the girl who carves lines into her skin. I’m the girl with stripes.
Depression, self-harm, suicide attempts, psychiatric hospital, eating disorder, anti-depressants, cigarettes, sleeping pills, alcohol, razor blades.
I can solve the Rubik's cube. That's about the only problem I can solve.
Depression, self-harm, suicide attempts, psychiatric hospital, eating disorder, anti-depressants, cigarettes, sleeping pills, alcohol, razor blades.
I can solve the Rubik's cube. That's about the only problem I can solve.
