September 2011
6 posts
“death is God’s way of saying “you’re fired”. suicide is...”
– anonymous
yes, you are correct
i did used to cut.
i did used to be suicidal.
i did used to be bulemic.
i did used to be severely depressed.
i did used to cry myself to sleep every night, on the nights i actually could sleep
yes, i was at my breaking point
but i’m getting better now. please stop looking over my shoulder every second of every day because you think any little thing might push me over the edge....
despite the fact that most of my friends left for...
August 2011
2 posts
here's the thing
i love being there for my friends. i do. i love being the one to come over with the ice cream and chick flicks when their boyfriend is being an ass, or going to pick them up when they are shitfaced drunk, or picking up the phone at 2 in the morning to talk for hours because they are so stressed out. i love being a friend they can count on no matter what- i love being needed. but i would also love...
July 2011
3 posts
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
1 post
you will be missed
you are the only one who knew, and now that your gone, so is a part of me. the part of me that saw that there was somebody else who knew what it was like. the part of me that finally found someone to trust and talk to about things i never thought i could. i thought we could hold each other up, but i guess it was too much for you. i’m sorry if i weighed you down. i’m sorry if the ties that held us...
December 2010
32 posts
it really frustrates me how much i can’t understand- how much im not allowed to understand. there are so many ways of life that i will never experience. even if i try, i can’t cause to really understand it would have to be the only thing iv ever known. i can’t understand what its like to be black or indian or native american or japanese. i just can’t. but i want to. so...
why does it have to be like this? i feel like everything is crumbling around me. my friends are avoiding me, and the ones who arent obviously doing it are very deliberately keeping me at arms length- and they want me to know it. i pick up their calls at 3 in the morning when they get dumped or their parents fight or their sibling is annoying the fuck out of them, but they wont even text me back...
while im on this rant i would like to say that i have no fucking idea who i am anymore, and its really scary. there isnt a single thing about me that i feel like isnt “acting”. i dont know what i like- i know what the me i want to be likes. i mean, i can think back to specific people and instances that changed my life forever. its scary how little control i have. i could have been so...
likeloversdarling:
teen—angst:
I’m beginning to realize that none of my friends ever ask me if I’m okay or even anything about my life. They all just sit down and start talking and I just sit there listening to everything that’s going on with them and asking questions. But they never do the same for me. I guess it’s partially my fault, I have so many god damn walls up.
You might regret putting an end to something that...
