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سأحدث ثقبً بقلبك
وأتسرب بين أنحاء جسمك
ويختلط لوني بلونكَ
وبعّضي ببعّضكَ
وتكنّ لي وأكون لكَ وحدكَ.
Now I’m wondering if part of my issue with desktop is due to the mouse I’m using. Maybe it feels as clunky as it does because I only have the trackpad on this laptop, and I’d get better results with something else
Achievement Unlocked!
Leave the house for the first time in months
She texts saying shes here bc she saw the pathetic things i rebloghed on my main account. Saying she loves me and she knows what it feels like and that she is always here. Always here for me. You ignored all the signs infront of you. I dont eat, i sleep too much or not at all. I dont go to school. I dont hang out with anyone half as often as i used to. Im not interested in english i couldnt care less about where i end up or how i get there in the future. I dont even see a future for myself. I dont give a shit if i dropped out of school now or became the best lawyer in the world. Im indifferent about everything. Im not interested in the one sport that kept me sane. I dont do the things i enjoy anymore like longboard or even listen to music. Its all infront of you or maybe it isnt because im always lying when im with you. Im faking a smile or a laugh until its eventually real or im finally alone. Youre always here but when i stayed home from school or when i asked you for a jacket for my rugby practice you didnt even think twice. Youre here for the pathetic shit. The sad tumblr posts. I barely even reblogged anything. Maybe she should follow this account or live in my brain for even just an hour. You arent always here. Youre here when its all set out infront of you but no you never ask and you never show me that you care. I told you what i tried to do that monday night and instead i consolled you and hugged you and you cried. You were so upset that you werent there for me that you cried and continued to still not be there for me. I dont need you to be here is what im getting at. I need you to stop telling me youre always here bc you shouldnt validate my stupid dramatic posts on tumblr that u fiend off of. You should validate my real feelings and make me feel like its okay to feel like this but its not okay to not go to school and not okay to not go to rugby and not okay to not shower or eat. Dont reaward my posts with your attention and sudden empathy. Because if i were to try ending it again maddison my letter wont be a collection of posts i fucking saw off tumblr.
Nan, You showed up in my dream last night You weren’t sick anymore You weren’t super skinny anymore I told you I missed you and hugged you so tight I said that I hope you’re having a good time in heaven And that I hope it feels like home. I really miss you but I’m glad you’re not suffering anymore I love you 💕
I'm so fuckinf tired o my mom I had to take a survey thing when I went to my doctors office and it asked about having suicidal thoughts and hurting myself and I answered truthfully (mostly) and the doctor said that she would talk to my mom about getting me help and it's been at least a month and a half and my mom hasn't said a damn thing I need help so badly because I want to die and I've wanted to die for about three years now and it's like she knows and is ignoring my cries for help even my guidance counselor told her me and my sister need help and she won't fuckinf get it or even talk about it
Also I failed completely at the whole 'list of rules thing.' I wanted beef on my burrito at qdoba, what can I say?
why people gotta play music while they shit