I was going to steal money from my grandmother and some of her crystal jewellery and sell it... lucky for her she had moved it.
I can't stop lying to them.
I have fantasy worlds in my head. Worlds where things have happened to me so I have a reason for being like I am. I lie awake at night imagining every detail of these worlds, I pretend during the day that these worlds are real. Conversations and scenarios run through my head.
“Because everything that goes around comes around. Maybe it's luck or maybe it's fate, but either way, it comes back around."
Rest in Love Sar-sis. I'll see you the next time around hopefully <3 12/11/92-05/18/16
AJs mommy ❤️ 11/26/17
Married to my best friend and Soulmate 3/5/18 ❤️💍
Mine.... I want him to suffer for making me feel so ugly. I want him to feel ugly for a day. Hurt. The same. With an effort to breathe because he knocked the wind out of me. And I feel a bit cruel for it. But not that cruel.
I love her. Yes it's weird and yes it's stupid and probably gross to some people but I really love her.
I love her eyes, playing with her hair, the little plaits she puts in her hair to stop it frizzing. I love the way her lip curls when she doesn't understand and the way her eyes roll back sometimes when she's speaking. I love her quirks and how she just doesn't stop talking. I love her smell and when she holds my hand, or cuddles me when I have panic attacks.
I love that smile she gives me when she walks in to the group late. I love that she's always late.
I even love the things that annoy me about her, like her persistant offering of food and drink when I go to her house, the way she always says sorry, how she blames eveything on her age, her insecurities over the smallest things, oh and how she spends AGES at craft fairs.
I love her bead obsession and how she randomly pulls out cucumber with salt, I love when she cuts up apples for me and gives me weird arse films to watch and I miss her.
I want her to come home.
Seeing you look back for me and wait to make sure we could sit together made me feel warm for the first time in a good while; and I'm glad, even though it shouldn't have done and the only thing it proves is that I was looking at you again.
It's a little sad that you probably only turn to me because you don't want to be around her, but... I can deal. I don't deserve to have you look at me anyway.
Oh, and by the way, I think you're beautiful. Sorry for being a burden.
I suppose that's the one upside to being utterly, perhaps irreparably broken.There'll always be enough pieces of you to go around. They just need to be careful not to catch their fingers on the sharp bits.
i just want help. i want to cry. i want to get rid of my hurt and pain. i want to be free.
i am getting help. i can't find the tears to cry with. i don't know how to get rid of my hurt and pain. i dont know how to be free.
I don't want to live in guilt. i don't want to live in dispaire. i want to be a nice person. i want to be pretty.
if i live without guilt, i end up feeling guilty. i dont know how to start living without dispair. i am not a nice person and i dont know how to start being a nice person. i try to be pretty only to be told i'm ugly.
i want to be confident. i want to help others. i want to be appreciated. i want to be told 'well done'.
I lack all my confidence. i cant help others if i cant help myself. nobody appreciates me. i cant do anything to please anyone.
I want to feel loved. i want to be perfect. i want to fight this. i just want to be free...
it hurts that my family can watch a movie about someone with mental health issues and think that THEY need help but the second I ask for it, I don't get shit, and they thing that the way I cope with things will just go away...
and at the same time I don't seem to care because that means I can find better, more stronger ways to hurt myself...and that scares thes hit out of me
“Because everything that goes around comes around. Maybe it's luck or maybe it's fate, but either way, it comes back around."
Rest in Love Sar-sis. I'll see you the next time around hopefully <3 12/11/92-05/18/16
AJs mommy ❤️ 11/26/17
Married to my best friend and Soulmate 3/5/18 ❤️💍
“Because everything that goes around comes around. Maybe it's luck or maybe it's fate, but either way, it comes back around."
Rest in Love Sar-sis. I'll see you the next time around hopefully <3 12/11/92-05/18/16
AJs mommy ❤️ 11/26/17
Married to my best friend and Soulmate 3/5/18 ❤️💍
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself, And covered with a perfect shell, Such a charming beautiful exterior. Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes and perfect posture but you're barely scraping by...
I hate this..I want a new brain...
even though I was only 11 I still feel like I caused the molestation, which does nothing to consider that when I was raped a half a year ago I still feel like it was my fault, because I handed him the alcohol
“Because everything that goes around comes around. Maybe it's luck or maybe it's fate, but either way, it comes back around."
Rest in Love Sar-sis. I'll see you the next time around hopefully <3 12/11/92-05/18/16
AJs mommy ❤️ 11/26/17
Married to my best friend and Soulmate 3/5/18 ❤️💍
She talks to me about finding a partner that'll love her and spend the rest of her life with her
Truth is: She'll never find any man that loves her half as much as I do.
I feel like the only two people that really care about me ar my best friend and my g/f, everyone else just says they do.
and that hurts
“Because everything that goes around comes around. Maybe it's luck or maybe it's fate, but either way, it comes back around."
Rest in Love Sar-sis. I'll see you the next time around hopefully <3 12/11/92-05/18/16
AJs mommy ❤️ 11/26/17
Married to my best friend and Soulmate 3/5/18 ❤️💍
i feel better when i don't SI. but at the same time, i feel better when i do. sometimes i dont have a reason. my arms just miss the sting, my eyes miss the sight of blood, and my body aches from missing my 'friend'.
i miss her too.
If you struggle with self-injury, you are not "a cutter". You are a person. You are not only your pain. You are not only wounds and scars. You are also better things. You are possibility and promise, hope and healing, daydreams, favorite books and favorite songs. You are the people that you love and the people who love you. You are hope and change and things worth fighting for. This is all your story and your story isn't over.