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Crutches

Please, read this, and possibly reconsider.

by Oancu 10/14/2012

written by Oancu

Most of you know me.Â Don’t you? Oh, well, don’t worry, you’ll feel like you’ve known me for years at the end of this post.

I’m 16, and my name is Stephanie.Â People call me Steph.Â No big deal.Â I was born and raised in Australia.Â My birthday is March 22nd.

I’ve never had the best life; who on here has?Â Nobody, right?Â Right.Â My life has never been perfect, ever, not once in my almost 17 years, but when I was 14, that’s when things really took a turn for the worst.

I was jumping on the trampoline.Â Average 14 year olds do that, and never have […]

10/14/2012 12 comments

Memory

by Shinjim 8/9/2012

written by Shinjim

I remember a time when I was young, I think just starting junior high school, around the time when it became all too obvious there was only one way my life could go. I was in church with my parents (Roman Catholic Sunday mass), and I was sitting in between my mother and a man who’d been in a car accident. He wore a neck brace, leg braces, and the kind of crutches that attach to the arms. Before long, he fell asleep, and my mother whispered to me to wake him up, but I wouldn’t. Her whispering grew louder and […]

8/9/2012 1 comment

Misunderstanding; Loss

by solace 5/26/2012

written by solace

So my brother thought he would sit me down and have a long chat with me about all the mistakes i am making in my life because i obviously don’t see it.
Usually when he starts hisÂ criticism rant i just walk off and that’s the end. Except this time all i could do was sit there. I have a broken leg and my crutches were strategically placed away from me. Also how can i walk away on crutches… very slowly and he’d just follow anyway. Plus i was living in HIS house at the time so it’s not like i could go anywhere.

Although i am […]

5/26/2012 7 comments

“so” again.

by come_pick_me_up 1/30/2012

written by come_pick_me_up

God I’m so fucking miserable, so fucking depressed AGAIN. and i’m just sitting here trying to tell myself it’s not ME it’s just in my head. just my messed up brain telling me i’m not okay cuz there’s nothing to be really sad about. unless i think about it. which is easy to do when you’re alone. easy to do when you can never shut your head up.

a couple of nights ago i was just laying in bed waiting for sleep to take me, and instead of thinking about my shitty stupid day i started day dreaming. and in this dream (which part of me […]

1/30/2012 4 comments