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Small issue?
People don’t take what you write seriously, I mean no one takes anyone’s words as a serious matter, guess I should show them with my actions how my hands are bleeding, my heart is aching, my body is shaking, guess they have to see!!!
I can’t ...
I can’t write... I’ve never been this depressed before... so depressed that I can’t write... I can’t write... depression held my hands in cuffs & arrested me in a prison called anxiety which froze my hands... the pencil fell from my hand... the paper crumbled... my words trip over each other... I can’t make up a sentence... my head swirls with emptiness... dizziness takes over me... all I can do is stare at an empty paper.. no words will come out of me... no words at all....
No companions
All she wanted was for someone to help her bloom, help her turn into a butterfly,but she stayed as a caterpillar...
Ask me...
Hey guys!! Yes I’m doing this... ask me any question and I will answer
A conversation with the voices in my head...
I’m here again, in this place, this unpleasant place, in this unloveable place where maniacs and monsters roam in, I’m here... I never wanted to be here, well... I don’t remember me ever wanting to be here I just somehow came here... I somehow stayed here... but I don’t remember if I wanted to stay here or not before but now I know I don’t want to but I can’t leave! I don’t want to be here! Please help me! No don’t help me! But I can’t do it on my own! I can’t take this anymore! Help me.. NO! Don’t help me! I’ll get out of here on my own! But I tried I can’t help me! NO STOP SAYING HELP ME! But I want help! YES YOU DO BUT NO ONE WILL HELP YOU! But they must help me! FOOL! ... Don’t say help me! You’re right... I’ll help me... I can’t help me ... yes, you can’t... I failed. No you didn’t... they made you... this place made you....
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I need someone please help me please
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I’m a forgotten fossil in a grave yard of bones.
Blessed Friday everyone! Don’t forget that you’re worth it & someone out there loves & cares for you 💕
Why?!...
Unfortunately, I know I’m worthless, I know I’m no ones best friends, no ones special person, no ones close friend, no ones favorite daughter, no ones nothing. I’m just nothing. Nothingness. I’m no ones lover no ones whole life. I’m nobody to everybody! I get it tho, it’s ok, I’m used to it... i mean..got used to it, from all the people that left, I got used to it, from all the hurt I’ve had, been used to it for the past 7 years of my life, I’m used to it... why am I lying to myself? If I’m used to it why do I cry every-time? Why do I always guilt myself? Why do I always get shattered? if I’m used to it why do I feel like this?! Why!? ... I always say sometimes it’s better to not ask why, but not this time...why? Why?!! ...
Bobocorn going offline..
A stranger with all my secrets...
I see you, I talk with you everyday, I sit next to you, I tell you everything, I eat with you, play with you, laugh, stay in silence, everything I do is with you.... I loved you, i called you my best friend... and that’s when I made the biggest mistake of my life... why did I call you that after I’ve been hurt from several people before? Oh wait I remember, because you were the queen bee of the hive, you were the rain on the cloudy night, you were the stars shinning the moon, the honey to the serape, the cookie to the milk, you were the perfect person! I couldn’t believe you were real! You were so precious! But I saw pain in your eyes, darkness behind your smile, I handled you with care! With love! Because I knew what being friends then hurting each other meant.. I knew it! And that’s why I didn’t want to hurt you! I decided to stay, Be next to you give you all the love & care I can offer, I knew what falling apart meant, what it felt, I saw hopelessness in your eyes, you lost hope in humans, I wanted to be the person that makes you regain your hope, your trust, and I did for awhile, but then... you left, you told me it was my fault you were leaving, you told me I wasn’t being a good friend to you, that this isn’t your place, that you are leaving! I apologized without being aware of it.. I told her I’ll be there I’m sorry that I wasn’t a good friend... but I swear I was... she was hard to convince, but I did it she stayed! I was happy, well not happy, relieved... she did it again this time she refused, it was harder to convince her, but I did it I convinced her, I didn’t do anything wrong tho... I blamed myself anyway.. she did it again! I was so upset I looked for her, asked her what’s wrong she refused to tell me.. I was so mad I left, I told her I asked you but you refused I’m still your friend but I’m not gonna ask again.... I went home, I found a message from her, she blamed me again, I blamed myself, I was trying to get her out of her misery, but she had put me in one... I can’t hate her. I hate myself for loving her... I lost my ego & my dignity for her. She didn’t care. She is here now, but I can’t talk with her... she’d hurt me.. she is next to me.. but I can’t say she is my friend... she is just a stranger will all my secrets now... she is...
Bobocorn going offline...
Tomorrow will be better.
Gooooodnight cornheads! 💕 don’t forget to be strong & confident no matter what! Oh, you’re so beautiful!
It’s ok...
“It’s ok to break down. It’s ok to cry. Its ok to be by yourself. It’s ok to stop taking to everybody. It’s ok to not be ok. It’s ok to cut once in awhile. It’s ok to smoke a cigar once a week. It’s ok to take pills that help you feel ok. It’s ok to be weak. It’s ok.. it is...”
Being all those things is ok if you know how to get yourself out of it. If you don’t stick around my next writings will help you 💕
I hope you all feel better soon cornheads💕☹️
I love you all so unconditionally!!! I’m here for all of you whenever you feel down (just contact me I’ll sure be of help).
Reblog to let others know it’s ok to not be ok. Don’t forget the mention & #bobocorn #bobo!
I’m coming back! 💕
Hello! Sorry i haven’t been here lately. But now I’m here, starting from tomorrow I’ll be back to my regular posting 💕
If you enjoy my writing like this & reblog it let others read it! 💕
“I can only connect deeply or not at all.”
— Anaïs Nin, Fire (via wethinkwedream)
Dear, 3a.m
Late night thoughts... no one is around.. just you, the wall and that 3 a.m breeze.. that cold lovely 3 a.m breeze... even tho you aren’t in your best that breeze holds you in its hand hugs you tightly gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and tells you everything will be alright... It’ll wipe your tears, sit near you with it’s hand on your shoulder and it’ll make everything perfect for moments.... It’ll send you to sleep, let you rest, let you sleep eventho you don’t have anyone, it reminds you that you have it.. If only it was a real person... that’d be everything..