I don’t know what to do anymore. I hate my life. I hate this world. We’re so fucked up. In the way that people are. The way we act, the way we have to live. I just don’t know if I can be a part of it anymore. And I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end of the week.
I just wanted to get better. To get these things out of my head. To stop seeing things, to stop hearing things. To stop hurting myself and everyone else. To know what’s real and what’re not. But everything’s just gotten worse. And I just can’t take anymore.
I would be so happy to get better. I would be so happy with that. But I can’t it to that point like this. They say it gets worse before it gets better. But I’ve been waiting for almost three years, and so far its just been getting worse and worse until the point where it is just too much.
I’m fifteen years old, and I don’t want to live anymore. And that’s fucked up. That’s really fucked up, and that’s sad.
I give up. I can’t take it.
It fucking hurts. It fucking hurts so much.
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Its important to remember that you are not alone.
baby girl, princess, i don’t know you personally, but I know that you are worth everything in the world. You might feel worthless, and ugly, and you might feel unalive like nothing else matters anymore, and the people that made you feel that way do it for fucked up pleasure, they mean nothing to anyone or anything when saying the things they say. The fact that a beautiful young lady believes the only way out is by suicide, is absolutely terrifying, for you, the people around you, and me. The only thing that makes you believe you are worthless is yourself, by listening and believing the untrue opinions they have. you are completely amazing, and inspirational, to me. {: Every sixteen minutes, people all around the world try to take their own lives. But think about it? wonder if that one bully never said anything to you, or wonder if that boy never left. Imagine what your life would be like? It would be horrible, truthfully, God makes decisions, and sticks with them. He is putting you through this to make you happy in the end. But its your decision whether or not to believe in the great life he has planned for you, just because the things other people are saying or your parents are making you do, or the friends that are walking out when you need them. Yes, plans are going to change and people are going to turn into assholes, but that isn’t a good reason to let them turn your beautiful skin to red blood, or your gorgeous smile into never ending tears. forget the people that make you second guess about the music you listen to, or the clothes you wear, or the things you say or do, or the people you hang out with, or yourself in general. forget all of that, because babe you are here for a reason, a great reason, you were here to share your story, and to prove to other young girls in pain or anyone in pain, that they are not alone. Last October, I was you, and I got through it. That date in August, throw it in the trash, because I need your heart beating, and I need you. you are strong, somewhere behind the pain, is strength. kik me, alliieeee013 im here for you forever and always. <3