Hey there. Well i've decided i'm tired of this shit. I don't want to be forced to watch what I post on my own tumblr just because I don't know who is reading it. So heres my real story:
I'm a girl. I'm 14. I'm a self abuser. I like to cut. I think im fat even though im most likely under weight. I cry myself to sleep. I would die without music. I was sexually assulted over the summer.
I like to drink. I like to smoke. I do some drugs. I fall in love, and hit my head on the way down. I always seem to fall before someone can catch me. I've been broken so many times i'm not sure any one can make it any worse. I built up my walls pretty high, but you, my tumblr followers, have been welcomed in. I let down the ones i love and ignore the ones who love me. I seem to find something wrong with any boy who could ever treat me right. I'm a hopeless romantic. I feel the need to meet everyones standards but i always fuck myself over trying. There is one place in the real world that i feel completely safe saying and being anything. However, i only get to go there twice a year. So heres me. I will reblog so much your dash will be full. I will rant my ass off. But i'm always here for you. And I hope you'll do the same for me. So Thats my life. Dont like me, fuck off. Have a nice day. oh. and Welcome To My Hell. Enjoy The Heat Before You Get Sucked In By The Flames.
People have it much worse? Yes, possibly. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I’m upset. I’m not just going to magically get rid of my problems just by knowing that someone could have it worse than me. I am human. I can only tolerate so much, and for you to sit there and just tell me that, “I have it so much better than so many people” annoys me. Help me. Then maybe I can help them.
(Source: -revive, via makingnewmemories-deactivated20)
12.13.2010 |
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“It hurts to look at yourself in the mirror and hate yourself, look into the mirror and wonder what ever happened to that smile that used to shine so bright. When you look at yourself, you see this version of “you” that your mind has created, someone that has become so distant and cold that nobody wants to be around her. Empty eyes. Fragile bones. The only thing you have left are the lies you tell yourself everyday to survive, lies that have become your painful reality, lies that will swallow you whole and crush your insides, lies that have turned you into someone you never wanted to be..”
(Source: timeaftertimeoutofmymind, via acheshirecat)
12.13.2010 |
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but sometimes its a good hurt and it feels like im alive. -incubus.
(Source: fashionsociety)
12.13.2010 |
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