My name is Astrid.
I was born in 2004, and I am an alter ego for a girl too stubborn and selfish to deal with herself.
I suffer from depression, and constantly put myself in abusive situations.
I just want to be happy, but I can't stand anything about me.
My legs are scarred, and the rest of me falls away into shame.
This page may be triggering at times, but if you were disturbed by it, you would have never come to stay.
As I currently hate myself, everyday, I'll strive for a better, more vain me.
If I could break up with you, I would. But since I can’t, I’m content with giving you an icy cold shoulder than burns much more than it should.
I don’t dwell in the past, (when I do, it’s a different scenario), but I’m not afraid to drop people like flies.
I’ve had time to get over it, so it doesn’t hurt or sting in the slightest. Just be ready when I shoot you down.