I’m the not-so-cute friend of the girl you fancy,
I am the ugly sweater your granny spent months making that your mother won’t let you throw away,
I am all the Avon catalogs in your letter box, you choose to ignore.
I am all your missing socks that you never bother looking for.
I am the wilting pot plant you forgot to water weeks ago.
The half eaten sandwich your mother tenderly made for you. (She even cut off the crust)
The quiet file on the bottom shelf.
What’s the point of living when your soul is already dead?
Its been a while. but im having those thoughts again. I havent cut for a whole month but i want to do it sooo bad.
I kissed a boy, he told me he loved me and that he wanted to be with me. I didnt want to kiss him but he was so cute and i liked him so much. i knew that if i kissed him before we even started a real reltionship that something bad cud happen. And it did. We got in a fight the other day and we havent talked in 2 days. I texted him this morning but he hasnt […]
I’m 15. I’m a female. And here’s a story that really changed me.
It was a sunny day. Me and my friend were excited so we went riding with our bikes around the block. Lame, I know. But we were only 10. Anyway, some of our classmates lived on that block. We were talking and riding when one of our classmates, Daisy, sees us and yells, “Come! Karina is here!” Karina is another one of our classmates and a close friend.
We went in and we saw that she was there with 4 guys. Let’s name them Tom, Bobby, Chris and Daisy’s brother, Matt. We thought […]
i’ve read a lot of these posts, since last summer. every single one i’ve read is like, poetic or something. well not mine.
i’ve been feelings suicidal since last year. i know it sounds pathetic, but it was because my boyfriend broke up with me. he was my first kiss, my first boyfriend and i feel like he was my first love. when he broke up with me, i just felt like NOBODY likes me or wants me, since he was my first boyfriend.
people have always picked on me, calling me fat, ugly, and other stuff. people always take me for granted and they always ignore […]