I'm a cutter, I write love on my arms with razorblades
Why is it that all these stupid girls who have perfect lives pretend to empathize with those of us who get mired in depression? I see so many of my ex-classmates, girls who were cheerleaders, pretty and popular, posting about how they are "writing love on their arms". I'd be more inclined to believe they were sincere if they didn't pick on me and my friends in high school for being so "dark" and "geeky". Write love on your arms? Write "hypocrite".