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cw for mental health talk
/nbh hey I know that i’m just a silly blog who has no consistent post schedule, but I wanted to do some seriousposting tonight. (this kinda turns into me venting so uh,,,)
this is just a reminder to check up on the people who you care about, and make sure you know that words can hurt. They can hurt like thousands of cuts at once, even if you don’t notice.
but, you can’t just say nothing to them. You can’t live in silence. So even if you say the wrong thing, you need to be there to show that you still care about them, even if you hurt them on accident. Don’t brush it off. Let them know, listen to them. Learn from your wrongs instead of turning them into rights.
I literally just had a breakdown over a passing comment someone made, and they didn’t brush it off, call me sensitive, or make it seem less serious. They listened to me, asked if we could touch to try and ground me, and talked. They tried to understand where I was. They listened to me. They kept me up here. Neither of us knew this would happen, I had just reached my breaking point of keeping it together for the day.
you’ve probably heard the metaphor of how you can feel like you’re going underwater if your headspace just isn’t safe anymore, right? Don’t be what shoves them under even farther. Be the lifesaver, or even just try and throw it to them.
To reiterate, don’t be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. /nbh
i havent written poetry in months and this is what i puled out of my asshole today enjyo
you fill me up forever you broke every single bone you choked out my lungs in me you dug a home out of my muddy slick material fashioned only from the stars and the bile that sit there settling beneath my buried heart you dug it out and upwards stared at me like prized meat and i your loving baby sat patient by your seat was blinded by the sunlight of your iridescent smile or the moonlight swaying lazily underneath the violet sky i had said it before babe that i was surprised that no monsters then drew near on that hallowed tuesday night you filled me with saltwater dude touched me like i was dear to you i felt everything i could for you i searched for any way to save you but you never looked behind or said goodbye and in my feeble attempts to restore any friendship that could have come out of this i’m reminded that i was always nothing even on that night when your fingers brushed my spine i thought nobody in their right mind could lie about this i asked you for answers but was always dismissed and how in the hell do i think of you still wonder what you’re up to see you sometimes in my dreams maybe we’re crying or hating on refried beans (yuck) in one of them i saw you across the street and we talked for a little bit
On reason for hiatus and annoyances involving the roleplaying world/ fandom.
All these having been said, I'll probably come back in a matter of days. Still, I had to get this out of my system, it's incredibly stressful and I honestly am tired of it all.
So, today at school, I knew from the second I walked in that today would be hell.
I walked in with my best friend, Waffle, (his real name's Jason, never mind that, though) and we passed by a group of guys and I saw Miguel there, in the cinnamon hoodie, laughing with his friends, and then suddenly he stopped and saw me, really saw me.
Maybe he saw how sad I was in my eyes. He always told me he could see everything in my eyes, what I was thinking, and what I was feeling.
His mouth twitched as he continued looking at me.
I sighed, and continued walking with Waffle, as Miguel's new girlfriend scooted over to him, hugging him close.
Then in sixth hour, I was just sitting there in Life Skills, sewing my pillow at the machine, talking to my friend Alex. (ha, i know, we're friends and have the same name)
She was talking about who would look cute with who, and then she said she didn't know who this girl who's totally mean would be cute with.
Now, this girl is a total psycho chick who I had a fight with two years ago, that I can't even remember, which she is still holding onto, and bullying me for it.
Alex must have been looking at the girl or something because she screams,
"If you have something to say, say it to my face!!!!"
Me and Alex both kinda shared a look like what the actual fuck.
Then, we were both quiet and the girl is like "I know you're talking about me. I know she's saying things. I hate her, she hates me!!"
She was pointing at me.
At this point, I was fed up. She bullies me all the time and gets away with it.
"I wasn't saying anything about you!!! I wasn't even talking!!!" I shouted.
And then Alex went over there to try and smooth things over and then the girls over there and they accused her of calling them whores (which she didn't.)
sigh.
Don't you love school?