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Reblog if you have a scar with a story behind it.
On the last day of my grade 5 school year we all had to return our text books to the teacher. Two kids at morning recess gathered as many text books as they could fit in their backpacks from the other students. They flipped their backpacks onto their front and ran after me. I took off running knowing my longer legs would carry me farther then them. I tripped. I got back up and saw that I was at the end of school property. The trees and fence cut me off. As the two kid repeatedly tried to ram me into trees with their textbook filled backpacks I wanted more than ever a friend who wouldn't leave me at the first sign of danger. As the bell rang they ripped my sweater off me and threw every thing out of my backpack. Not wanting the class to be mad at me for getting the two most popular kids in trouble on the last day I quietly asked my teacher if there was a spare sweater anywhere. I wanted to hide the bruises but she saw them any way. She asked who had done it and I told her, the kids were kicked out of class for the rest of the day missing out on the party. The class was mad at me for "making" them leave but they didn't know and probably wont ever know my side of the story.
If we all end up in the same place why do we spend so long making other peoples journeys there hell.
OK WOMAN I WILL SAY THIS ONCE YOU. ARE. BEAUTIFUL. IF YOU DENY IT ILL DELETE MY TUMBLR, PUSH MY CAT OFF THE 2ND STORY WINDOW LEDGE AND PROCEED TO DRINK AWHOLE CARTON OF MILK NOW THAT IS NOT PLEASANT SO PLEASE TAKE THE COMPLIMENT AND KNOW YOURE FREAKING BEAUTIFUL thx xoxo
Hahahahaa Aww you are like absolutely so adorable, like marry me please?? ^.^ this obviously made me smile so thank you for sending this :3 stay beautiful and strong x
For others safety always take a compliment.
Friends are like the Doctor they might change but they will always be there. Bullies are like Daleks only wanting to destroy happiness. And then the TARDIS is just fucking AWESOME.
God you're still here?!? Just die already!!
I know im sorry I’m still here, I’m really trying. Soon I swear. Thank you.
If any one ever tells you your worthless they are full of bullshit.
There is no answer for why people do what they do to us. There is no excuse, reason, escape goat or lie to explain what happened. We didn't deserve it, we didn't ask for it. What happened, happened and now we have to deal with it, not them. This is why I hate dealing with other peoples shit, its the perfect metaphor of my life.
When I told my friend that i had PTSD she laughed straight away. She told me I hadn't gone to war and that I shouldn't lie for attention. I told her I got it from bullying and that my therapist has nice diplomas and more importantly had passed grade nine science. Needless to say we aren't friends anymore.
This flower, despite its beauty, is surrounded by darkness. If you feel like there is only darkness it is simply because you cannot see yourself. Never feel like there is only darkness, the darkest night brings better light.
For some hell is very real.
Bullying is any two or more acts of unkindness towards another, so everyone has been bullied before but the range of which depends not on severity but on the effect. For eight years of my life I have struggled with PTSD only to realize far too late where it stemmed from. I have made this blog not only to help me with my communication skills but to help those who currently are struggling.