Yo, my name's Alex.
I don't really give a crap about what happens anymore.
You could say I've given up.
You could also say that I'm a bit ignorant.
I can't help but to think about the unknown.
Usually, my curiosity gets the best of me.
It's led me to a lot of trauma in my life.
I refuse to say I regret doing it.
Because, if it wasn't for all those things.
I would have never become the person I am now.
And that person is sitting here typing this.
She's thinking about the people.
And the fact that she needed help all along.
But she was too afraid to ask for it.
That girl typing this.
Believe it or not.
She has a soul.
A beating heart.
A brain, shockingly.
A mind that it filled with all her mistakes.
A mind that wants to let it all out.
And, a mouth.
That mouth has lied to every person she has met.
Maybe, just maybe.
Even the person that is reading this.
And for that.
She does let it out.
It comes out silently.
As if she can't call for help.
I am actually.
But, I care.
I care about others, no matter the issue.
I care about the self-harmers, the dyslexics, the anorexics, the suicidal ones.
But mostly, I care about the people who feel like they don't belong.
Well, I can't say it in public.
I get what it's like to have a trigger warning.
If you know what that means, bless your heart.
I own a fanpage based off a CP Character.
Good luck guessing which one.
I like to write.
Like, a lot a lot.
I look like your average teen.
Dirty blonde hair.
I've been called ever name you can ever imagine.
I've isolated myself from certain people.
Those people have no idea who they are.
And I prefer to keep quiet about them.
I open up too easily over the Internet.
As you can see, I've said too much already.
So, let me leave you with this one thought before you go.
If you see someone holding back tears with a smile on their face.
Hug them in silence and tell them it'll be okay.
Because it won't be.
But everyone needs someone to hang on to.