Visions I’ve been dreaming are coming down. They’re changing my future. Visions I had buried underground. Returning to abuse us.
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There’s blood on my hands, and the killers not my enemy. It’s all for the sake of love, it’s all for you.
Some people think that suicide is for weak people. They think that they are taking the easy way out. They think its a selfish act. But its not. For some people its hard to imagine committing suicide, and for others its way too easy. People need to start realizing that bullying leads to suicide. People […]
On April 21st of two-thousand-and-twelve, I made a post that started with a picture of me from the return of a field trip. I told everything that I could, up until there wasn’t anything left to tell. I’m back. And there’s more. It doesn’t say so here, but my name is Wyntre. I’m sixteen. I’m […]
i made a post to my FB a while ago. I’m sharing it here now because i think it’s a means of motivation in some way. “it’s time I just come out and say the obvious for those who may or may not have gotten the hint just yet. I’m battling orthorexia. with anorexic tendencies. […]
As we contemplate suicide or even go about living our day, all kinds of thoughts and “voices” clutter our minds. It is important to ask yourself… Whose Voice are you listening to? Watch “Story 2013″ on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNbKbMIjLvU
Seriously, where are you at? Reply! Let me know people can actually care about each other unconditionally.
Have you ever felt like you were surrounded by darkness? A darkness so deep and pain so real that you just want it all to end? Have you ever felt like the world would be a better place without you in it? How about that you are so worthless that if people really knew who you were they […]
I have no bonds with people. I’ve been abused and alienated. Deep depression, constant migraines, always tired, can’t concentrate or think straight, memory issues. I’m chronically stressed. People are just rude and hateful and judgmental and prejudice. I’m in a town with very little opportunity literally just a dozen different places to work, with no […]
Out of respect, names will be changed for privacy. yesterday was a horrible day. My mother was the first person (who knew Tom well), to discover Tom’s dead body in his hotel room. My mother and Lisa, a friend of moms who barely knew Tom apart from the occasional light teasing they shared back and […]