Insecurity is a part of our lives. It’s what strikes the fear of rejection into us. Insecurity is something that drives us to perfect ourselves, so we can “fit in.†We’re scared of rejection and just want to be able to fit in. But… So many people, so many guys and girls alike are judged on their appearance, and personality. It hurts to get judged. Rejection hurts, being an outcast because you’re not as pretty as someone you know.. hurts. There is one thing you have to always remember though, people who see only the ugly in others, do so because they don’t want to […]
I have a question to all the self harmers out there,..
Anytime I cut, scratch, burn, ect..they get really infected but whenever I get a scratch or cut from something not caused by me it doesn’t get infected at all.
I don’t understand…help?
Sorry….this isn’t about a gun. It’s about how my mind is locked on self harm, and everyone else is loaded with words to makes me bleed. I don’t even know what I did to deserve any of this…I mean I guess I know not everyone is gonna like me, but I know not everyone has a right to hate me. I wish I didn’t have to say I was being bullied, that makes me seem weak, but the degrading words are killing me slowly…so maybe I am..weak..
The girl that’s been my bestfriend for 4 years is now talking to my rapist. She’s the one that told me he could burn in hell…and now they’re talking. I don’t even think I can begin to explain how I feel. I feel betrayed…I feel like I can’t have any friends. Her and another girl were pretty much the only people I trusted..now she’s talking to him and the other one is talking to the guy that calls me awful names.
Where’s my justice…where’s my hope.
Where the fuck is karma?
I don’t understand. Why can’t society leave me alone. I’m titled as weak. I’m titled as helpless. I’m titled as many other names I won’t even mention by my peers. I was raped. This doesn’t seem fair. I’m tired of dealing with all the ridicule I receive every day. Will it ever end? Will society let me be happy one day? Why can’t they do it now? I don’t get it.
Im sorry I can’t be perfect. I’m sorry I’m not happy. I’m sorry I was raped. I’m sorry I won’t eat. I’m sorry I cut. I’m sorry I won’t talk to anyone. I’m sorry I lie. I’m sorry you can’t tell I’m dying inside. I’m sorry I hide behind a smile.
It seems like it’s been that way for awhile now…me, hiding behind fake happiness. Trying to make everyone think I’m happy. But people have seen my cuts. People are starting to talk. They’re finding out, they’re gonna try to help me. I don’t want help.
So I’m really sorry.
I’m sorry I’m lost. I’m […]
I can’t take this. I feel so empty. Like there’s nothing left of me. I’m faking a smile constantly and I can’t even eat. He ruined my life. I’m not sure what to do. I’m covered in scars and cuts. I can’t open up to anyone. I get taunted at school. And I’ve got failing grades. I just want to take the easy way out.
Hey. I’m 14, a freshman, and a survivor. I wanna share my story.
November 28, 2012. This is the day I swallowed 29 Prozac. This is the day I felt so alone, like always, but like I didn’t even deserve to breathe. I felt like I didn’t deserve anything. I was nothing. Worthless. A nobody. I’d lost everything. My mom. My bestfriend. My sanity. And someone took my innocence.
Two days earlier Nov. 26, 2012 I went to hangout with my bestfriend. He was 17. Yes I’m a girl. Yes he’s a boy. Yes we were bestfriends. We’d been that way for a long […]