TW: Self-Harm, Depression

24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.

Wow, so this isn’t actually something someone SAID, but it immediately came to mind and it has stuck with me for like two and a half years now. When I was in tenth grade, that was arguably when my depression was at its worse, among my other mental illnesses. I was self-harming at the time, and one day in biology, a friend accidentally saw my forearm. I don’t exactly recall what happened, whether my sleeve flipped up or I reached for something and the scars were visible, but either way, they took notice. Near the end of class, they discreetly approached me, and although they said nothing, they took out a Sharpie and drew a butterfly on my wrist, writing their name underneath it. I don’t know if you’re familiar with The Butterfly Project, but it had some momentum at the time, and basically it was where you would draw a butterfly and write the name of a person who loved you underneath it, and it would inspire you to not self-harm because it reminded you there were people who cared and loved you. So when they did that, it really did mean the world to me. Sadly, that wasn’t the last time I cut, but I am very proud to say that I am almost nine months clean of it.

38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.

Is it really sad that I immediately thought of songs that remind me of OCs? Whether it is or not, I’m not counting OCs right now, haha.

Well, me and Matt actually have a song, which is “Amazing” by Janelle, so whenever I here that, it makes me grossly emotional and I think about them. It’s quite silly and wonderful and moving in an odd sort of way.

Literally any older song with a quirkiness to it reminds me of my friend Devo- namely “Bicycle Race” by Queen. I’m not exactly sure why, but that style of music makes me think of them.

Listening to any given song by Blood on the Dance Floor makes me simultaneously regret my old taste in music while thinking of someone I used to be close to. I don’t dislike them now, but we did grow apart, sadly. Maybe someday I’ll be able to reconnect with them, if circumstances allow. But they introduced me to BOTDF in 6th grade, so listening to those silly, fucked up songs makes me think of them in a good way.

//Also: Hi! OuO//