Personal Narrative: Society's Greatest Failure
Life is like a masquerade, everyone wears a mask to conceal their flaws, weaknesses, fears, and past mistakes. Everyone wears a mask to hide the fact that they’re human. Humans aren’t perfect; humans fuck up from time to time and sometimes, failure can lead to success. Failure can lead society to a different path, a brighter future. The wisest and most intelligent people are the ones that make mistakes and learn from them.
You don’t truly know someone until you’ve fully gained their trust and convinced them to unveil who they really are as a person. What they’re most passionate about, what they’re ashamed of, their insecurities, mistakes, fears, and things they feel haughty about.
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I wanted to feel the cold, metal slice through my skin. Cutting was like an itch; whenever I did it, I felt relieved. When the blood would start oozing out of my wrists, I would feel so alive. The stinging pain reminded me that I was living and that this wasn't all just some sick, twisted dream.
I got out of my warm, cozy bed and aimlessly walked to the bathroom. I was dizzy and lightheaded, but that wasn't unusual for me. I barely ate anything and when I did, all I would eat was an apple or half a banana. Sometimes, I'd even eat cotton balls. The cotton balls would make me feel full and then I wouldn't have to eat anything.
Many people, including doctors, have commented on my weight and told me that I was "too skinny". It's funny because when I was a kid, people told me the same thing, but it was the other way around. I was "too fat", but apparently now I'm "too skinny". No matter what I do, society will never be satisfied with me.
I opened the medicine cabinet and found my blade hidden behind all of the large bottles of medicine. After my diagnosis with depression, my mom made an effort to remove all sharp or dangerous things from the house. While she was going through the stuff in my room, I hid a few blades here and
You don’t truly know someone until you’ve fully gained their trust and convinced them to unveil who they really are as a person. What they’re most passionate about, what they’re ashamed of, their insecurities, mistakes, fears, and things they feel haughty about.
True love is when you know and acknowledge your significant …show more content…
I wanted to feel the cold, metal slice through my skin. Cutting was like an itch; whenever I did it, I felt relieved. When the blood would start oozing out of my wrists, I would feel so alive. The stinging pain reminded me that I was living and that this wasn't all just some sick, twisted dream.
I got out of my warm, cozy bed and aimlessly walked to the bathroom. I was dizzy and lightheaded, but that wasn't unusual for me. I barely ate anything and when I did, all I would eat was an apple or half a banana. Sometimes, I'd even eat cotton balls. The cotton balls would make me feel full and then I wouldn't have to eat anything.
Many people, including doctors, have commented on my weight and told me that I was "too skinny". It's funny because when I was a kid, people told me the same thing, but it was the other way around. I was "too fat", but apparently now I'm "too skinny". No matter what I do, society will never be satisfied with me.
I opened the medicine cabinet and found my blade hidden behind all of the large bottles of medicine. After my diagnosis with depression, my mom made an effort to remove all sharp or dangerous things from the house. While she was going through the stuff in my room, I hid a few blades here and