Imagine..
Imagine. A world where everyone has a mental illness..
The girl sitting a seat ahead of you on the bus, with her hair pulled into a bun, the bags under her eyes shows how much she’s been crying, and she keeps pulling at her jacket sleeves. Every now and then you get a glimpse of the scars that litter her arms before she pulls the sleeve back down. You wonder what she’s been through. What could bring her down so low she felt the need to do that to her perfect porcelain skin.
