As I sit here, the sorrow sets in. Welcome back! For a second, I thought you wouldn’t return, old friend. The sound of the waves crashing can’t compare to the sound of my heart breaking. This is the second Spring I’ve had to spend feeling the cold stab of abandonment. The summer will grant me the chance to hide my embarrassment. Until then I’ll be in this place, hoping to meet my end. If only I could tie bricks to my feet and be taken away by the ocean.
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What is there left to live for? (This was my “My Story” section from my Tumblr)
by Vylet
written by Vylet
A lot of people want to know “my story†and why I self harm and why I starve and things like that. But I don’t have a specific thing that made me who I am. My life had always been shit. So I guess I should just give the over look of it all.
When I was very young, I was home schooled, and an only child. I was completely spoiled. My dad worked and my mom would take me to do tap, ballet, caly pottery, charcoals, gymnastics, karate, and anything else my little heart desired. By the age of 5, I had just about […]
This site seems to lack optimism :/
A lot of us need reminders of how special we are.
Take it the way you may, I’m doing this because I believe each and everyone of you are incredible.
I mean this whole-heartedly, and I’m never going to stop posting it up.
All of you have a great effect on the ones around you, whether you see it or not.
An old friend of mine committed suicide on Tuesday night. He is missed dearly. I have no idea what pushed him to do something like that, but I can assure you that no one is taking his death lightly. I guess he […]
I smile during pictures. I smile ’cause I can. I smile when my best friend Becca, takes my hand. I smile when I see you, because thats what is polite. I smile during the day. But I don’t smile during night. I step off the bus, and head to the house. I say “Thanks for the ride” and look down on my phone, more drama has arouse. I close the door slowly, hearing it creak. The hardwood floor echoes my sobs and my shreaks. I am not happy with my looks or my smile, they made me insecure. I question life for a while. I am […]
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