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“I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I want my corpse to be white like these sheets, whiter than these blankets. I want to be drained of my blood and my humanity forever. I never want to feel again.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

“I have no more fight left, the will to keep going has been extinguished and I am ready to throw in the towel. Nothing matters anymore, my heart is hollow and I see no hope for a better tomorrow. There’s nothing that can lighten this heavy burden of despair – it is all too much, and it feels as if there is no end in sight.”
― Jonathan Harnisch

“But the fucked-up part is once you start self-harming, you can never not be a creepy freak, because your whole body is now a scarred battlefield and nobody likes that on a girl, ...”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces