The Hate U Give By Angie Thomas | @wnq-books
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The Hate U Give By Angie Thomas | @wnq-books
āI already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.ā
āIf we wait until weāre ready, weāll be waiting for the rest of our lives.ā
ā Lemony Snicket
So be ready any time!
āCan we talk about the embarrassment we feel inside when we try to say something, but nobody hears you while you start your sentence over and over again? And then in the end you just keep your thought to yourself.ā
- 3am overthinker
i went out to eat with my friend / roommate tonight because i hadnāt eaten all day and my ed has been getting bad recently and i thought if i went out with her itād help. she straight up (knowing my ed) stated in the restaurant tonight āiām going to lose so much weight not living with youā (sheās moving out this weekend) and thatās the story of how i cried in the middle of a restaurant tonight and now i feel like absolute garbage
āIām terrified that no fruit will ever taste as sweet as you.ā
ā Forbidden fruit
Having PTSD is like fighting a battle every single day. Itās people treating you like you should beĀ āover itā and youāre like no Itās people looking at you and treating you like youāreĀ ābrokenā. Itās believing that youāre broken, or dead inside sometimes. Itās feeling a horrible vile poison rotting you from insideĀ And not being able to make it stop⦠Itās feeling like youāre alone in a room of people.Ā Itās disassociating, and nightmares that lead to screaming in your sleep Itās flashbacks, itās breaking down, itās not remembering enoughĀ And yet remembering too much. Itās intrusive memories, itās avoiding places, itās life changing Itās painful. Itās something you live with every day. Some days Iām better than others. Some days I think Iām fine, and then BAM, triggers.Ā Triggers cause the disassociation, flashbacks, intrusive memories, crying spells, and far more.Ā Triggers and symptoms vary by person.Ā Itās people making fun of triggers because some kids use it to mean they donāt like something, when the word has a damn meaning to me. It impacts your life pretty severely sometimes. And because of stigma, itās often something you try to keep a secret. So you tell few people, and you go through the crowds in public You get triggered maybe, you react, and then you feel embarrassed.Ā So you try to escape and feel you have dignity You try to prevent everyone from knowing. You fear they all see through it, that they all know.Ā And yet youāre angry because nobody knows how you feel And nobody wants to listen. Or you feel they donāt at least. Itās too dark. Itās too hard for them to hear. I know itās dark and hurts I know because I live with it every.single.day.Ā Thatās what PTSD is like for me.Ā
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as the seasons changeĀ
Night time thoughts 08/18/2018:
At times I just wanna take all the pain away. Take that blade to my skin to be numb. Get high to forget the lows. Drink until I canāt remember anymore. But how long will that be enough for me? How long before itās time for me to go.. every day I am reminded I am not worthy. Just to let it all go? Sounds good. All this sadness built up inside me. It has buried me inside my own mind. If I was gone. Would I finally be happy. Would I finally have the happy place I always dreamed for? I just hate myself inside and out. I hate what people have done to me. My ptsd is killing me softly. My life isnāt worth it. Iām so not worth it anymore. Iām just not. Nobody can truly say they been here for me. They all crossed me or done things I cannot imagine doing to them. I wanna let go. Itās so sad I told my brother I would honestly shoot myself if I had a gun. And he laid one right in front of me. I wish I would of pulled the trigger then. I would be at peace finally. Maybe one day Iāll be at peace..
āOverdosing isnāt the scary part. Whatās scary is how peaceful it is.ā
ā I still donāt know how or why I found the strength to call for help (via pr1ncepeachhh)
Lately I wanna cal for help but the bottles are calling my name for a permanent place in rest