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Don’t give me that lovey dovey nonsense about soulmates and love
I gave and poured my heart out to a person who didn’t respect me or love me. I got out of the hospital and his response was:
“I have nothing to say”
And tell me then, my love, when you stayed up with me while we watched the stars and you held me close and you told me you loved me, tell me how your love then was true? Because how does one go from happiness and sunshine to just a mere memory of once was?
You never loved me. I know that now. You’ve ruined me forever and now I can’t reach out. I can no longer trust those who want to help; I can no longer accept the ones who REALLY care.
I can call you every name in the book, but I won’t. Because for once:
“I have nothing to say”
throwindown-inthedirtydirtysouth:
I reblog this everytime it’s on my dash. A lot of people think an anxiety attack is always hyperventilating and freaking out. I don’t know how it is for everybody but I can have anxiety attacks where I just feel like I’m not breathing enough even though I am and start getting sweaty, heart races and sudden urge to escape no matter what I’m doing. Most don’t think that’s an “attack” but until you’ve felt it you don’t know how claustrophobic it actually makes you feel.
its so scary
NAUSEA & VOMITING
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It’s been over a month
I am cut free and suicidal thoughts free for over a month now. And I’ve never felt more peaceful. I don’t feel like I have to pretend to be someone I’m not. And therapy is still going strong :) I can’t believe things are going this well for the most part. I’m just in peace.
Ending Up Alone.
I’m afraid of ending up alone. It’s scary to think that in a world filled with over seven billion people, that you may be not fit in with anyone of them. Does anyone else feel that way?
In novels, movies, and television shows - you always seem to get this happy ending more often than not. You know the ones I’m taking about; the ones that shows how the underdog can get the girl or where even someone who is a beast or a horrifying ogre can still find love. But what happens if you’re one of the people whose flaws can’t be overcome and you’re destined to be alone? It’s a disheartening feeling when this thought manages to find its way into a your mind and gets trapped there.
It’s terrifying to think of the possibility that your search for that feeling of being wanted or needed may never be fulfilled. That no one needs you. You almost get paralyzed by the thought that the feeling of being so lost and alone in a crowd was not something only felt for a portion of your life, but was there to help define what would be the rest of your life. Truth is, it difficult to think that maybe you’re not enough; to feel like you’re not worth anyones time. It’s heart-wrenching to imagine when your story finally comes to a close, that you’ll be the only character left; all alone.
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i-was-so-alone-i-owe-you-so-much:
I’m not even gonna blank out these peoples names because I’m so disgusted by their comments.
’ if you cut yourself your a freak and don’t deserve to live.’
people are so fucking awful like think about the amount of courage she had to do this and then people react like this, imaging how she felt after she read all that idk i’m so mad right now
The amount of stupidity and ignorance these people have is fucking disgusting. Self harm isn’t a game or an attention seeking action. We can go to the greatest extent to hide our cuts and scars… If anything, she is is so fucking strong and brave. I’m so proud of her and have so much respect for her for wearing her scars proudly. She deserves nothing but the best.
Keep pushing through babe, you are so so so fucking beautiful. <33
Its people like those ignorant shits that give me no faith in humanity
I just don’t know what to say to this. People like this infuriate me. They don’t understand the emotional pressure that that girl must be under. We are not attention seekers because we cut. We are our own life support when no one comes to the rescue. We keep living in a world; A world to us with no meaning. We HAVE to hurt ourselves in order to feel something. Those scars on her body are so much more than her personality, I can promise you that. I hope one day she has enough strength to look at them and say “Enough Is Enough”. If we don’t do it, one day, it’ll be too late. I’m so proud of her because she has the courage and the decency to wear that and be proud. #TWLOHA
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Hey Everyone! I’m Alex :) I’m 20 years old living in beautiful Pensacola and attending UWF. I love: To sing, To laugh, Mayday Parade, Supernatural, and ADVENTURE TIME :D Enjoy! ~*Besitos*~
This page is all sad and I’m sorry that you all get to see that side of me, but there is a side to me that is fun and silly too! Please don’t be afraid to check it out :) And for the record, the “happier me” is just trying to help get the real me through the bad times. <3 (PS sorry for the long stuff)
Ugh.
Every time I get on my computer, I’m reminded why I needed to stay away from it in the first place. FML
I had another therapy appointment yesterday
And it went FANTASTICALLY! I discovered the core root of my problems and he said from now on we are going to work on it. Turns out (and I’ve know this, but recently it’s been much clearer) I am deathly afraid of being alone. So when Logan( guy I was talking to briefly) wanted to work things out between him and his ex-wife for his kids (he has 2), I went straight back to Cody. Now keep in mind I want NOTHING to do with Cody as far as relationships go, but he seems pretty relaxed now that he has a girlfriend of his own. So my therapist an I talked about my phobia and we will see how it goes again this Friday :D
