Demi and I… August 27th.
Go ahead, make fun of me because of how fat I am.. Pick on my face and how ugly I am. Go ahead. Because honestly, I couldn’t care less. This picture is my life. It’s my profile picture on everything I have. Usually, if a picture of me is horrible, I let NOBODY see it… But this picture right here is the picture that will keep a smile on my face. Demi saved my life..
I know most Lovatics say that.. But I mean it 100%… One night, I had the pills in my hand after cutting myself quite a bit… I was about to take them, dumped some in my mouth.. About to take a drink to swallow them…. Skyscraper came on shuffle. I just froze. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything except listen to her. I started crying even more, spit out all of the pills, and just cried. I knew I had to stay alive.. I knew if she was strong enough, I am too.. I just knew that I needed to be alive. It was a sign.. I flushed all of the pain killers I had hoarded in my room… I never again took pills down to my room…
So meeting her.. Was the most amazing thing that could have ever happened for me. As soon as I looked at her, knowing I was in the same area as her… Knowing that she could actually see me and notice me…. I cried. I legit bawled my eyes out.. She asked if I was okay, gave me a really firm hug.. I told her that she saved my life. I kept saying thank you.. We took this photo and then she hugged me again and whispered Stay strong into my ear.. That’s when the security guard made me leave. But those words are still there in my head.. I can still hear them and they’re much stronger than the voice that tells me to cut..