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SUICIDE ALERT
justanother-ana-girl is going to commit and has already taken pills. Please reblog to see if anyone who knows her can call her parents or the police. There is a video note on her blog. Send messages. Try to help save her. She is only 12.
I’m tired. And I don’t mean I’m tired and need to sleep. I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of the lies. I’m tired of everyone being fake. I’m tired of trying to meet people’s standards. I’m tired of trying to be something I’m not. Hell I’m just tired of trying at all. I just want to stop. I want it all to end.
-well when we see each other we will sit down and have an adult conversation -i don’t want to have an adult conversation -why not ? -because i hate you
When I was younger........ I'd put my arms in my shirt and told people I lost my arms. Would restart the video game whenever I knew I was going to lose. Slept with all the stuffed animals as a child so none of them got offended..Had that one pen with 4 colors, and tried to push all the buttons at once. Poured soda into the cap and acting like I were taking shots. The hardest decision was choosing which Nintendo game to play. Waited behind a door to scare someone, then leaving because they're taking too long to come out or you had to pee. Faked being asleep, so I could be carried to bed. Used to think that the moon followed my car. Watching two drops of rain roll down window and pretending it was a race. Went on the computer just to use Paint. The only thing i had to take care of was a Tamagotchi. The only 'fake' friends i had were invisible ones . I used to sing in the shower. (Now? I make life decisions in there now). Swallowed a fruit seed I was scared to death that a tree was going to grow in my tummy. Getting a bruised knees heals better than a broken heart. Remember when we were kids and couldn't wait to grow up...what the hell were we thinking?
okay you know what? suicide is not selfish you little cunt fuck you!
these anons are weirding me out… the fuck are they talking about
i’m a rude fucking person idk why that surprises you guys… sometimes i’m pmsing or sometimes the questions i get are really fucking stupid
Guys I want a boyfriend.... he better look like Kurt Cobain, too.
I LOVE YOU AXLROSE
Why don't people understand that cutting yourself releases certain endorphins in the brain, which provides temporary emotional alleviation?
I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF HURTING I WANT THIS PAIN TO FUCKING STOP
*On the phone*
him— but yeah that’s what’s going with me. what’s on your mind?
me— homicide.
him— homicide? what- you wanna kill somebody?
me— *silently* just myself….
If I sell my soul, does that mean I won't feel love or pain ever again?
...She then opened her secret compartment and brought out her secret little friend.
So sharp, so shiny, so horrifyingly beautiful. Death peered over her shoulder, glancing back and forth from her to the dangerous blade. She had this odd feeling inside. It was a feeling of defeat. Exhaustion. Pain. An insatiable tingling. A weak smile crept across her face. It will all be over soon. She had no regrets. No fears. No worries. Death was sitting right next to her.
She closed her eyes and raised the blade up to her wrist. It’s down the river, not across the stream. The voice echoed in her head. Repeating over and over. It’s down the river, not across the stream. And, without any hesitation, she slashed her arm open. Beautiful, cerise, crimson blood poured out of her arm. Like a waterfall, or cascade. At this point she was sitting on deaths lap, his arms cloaked around her.
There were no regrets. No fears. No worries. She was calm… the most calm she had ever been, really. Every second passed, ever so slowly. Minute by minute she started slipping away and feeling more and more numb. Such tranquility. She thought about all of her loved ones and everyone who had actually cared about her. She saw all of her problems disappearing one by one. For once in a very long time she felt happy. She closed her honest, golden-yellow eyes for the very last time.
Death smiled at her. She smiled back. He grabbed her by the hand and she welcomed him warmly. And, their newest journey ahead of them, they walked down the road of eternal bliss together. No regrets. No fears. No worries.
Me listening to queen:: something something SoMeThInG I SOMETIMES WISH I HAD NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL
been in a bad mood all day. don't take my answers on here personally.
