It’s true. No one wants to be with or around a broken girl, even your own family.
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Some nights I just lie in bed and fantasize about someone who loves me taking as much time as is needed to kiss every one of my scars.
So they acknowledge my struggles and my pain, and it shows their unquestionable love for me their unshakeable desire to fight for me in the face of all of this.
But no one loves a broken girl. They only love her when she pretends to be okay.
ok stuff like this really pisses me off:
majority of the people doing this are middle class girls who’s biggest amount of suffering is their hair straighteners breaking
if you want to raise awareness and stop people killing themselves STOP WRITING ON YOUR FUCKING WRIST, get off your arse and actually HELP people. quite often all people need is someone to talk to.
again majority of the people doing this will forget suicide/depression/bad things even exist tomorrow and will go back to tweeting “lol my hair looks shit i want to kill myself”
stuff like this makes me SO angry no one understands, i’ve seen so many fucking moron girls (who give me shit 24/7 everyday) do this today,
i would love to see their reactions when i tell them i’ve thought about killing myself because of what they do to me.
i’m beyond the point of caring now, i used to hide how i feel but i can’t anymore i know my sister/people from school will see this but to be honest i hope they do so they realise writing love on their wrist will not fucking help
All these pictures are pissing me off…why am I even browsing the tag? Because I’m looking for these types of posts. I’m looking for people to RELATE to. All the pictures seem to be the same…preppy girls, making sure they are wearing yellow shirts that show just the right amount of cleavage, with “love” written on their wrists. Wearing Yellow and writing “love” on your wrist is doing nothing more than joining in another “facebook fad” to be part of the group…~*~something fun to do for a day yay~*~
OF COURSE there are always exceptions that I am seeing, but they are rare…the people participating in this that are also writing blurbs about their loved ones they lost, or posts directed to people they know who are suicidal…but most of this “love” bullshit consists of this being nothing more than another excuse to post a picture ofy yourself on Tumblr here.
Then you get these people writing up posts talking about, “ALL YOU PEOPLE COMPLAINING ABOUT SUICIDE AWARENESS DAY and us writing ‘love’ are pissing me off! We are actually DOING SOMETHING and you’re just sitting on your ass.”
Yet you know what? The people complaining about “this day” are people who are ACTUALLY suicidal or have tried to kill themselves before. So how could you, miss prep girl that wants to do something ~fun~ and ~special~ with her friends for a day, actually KNOW what it feels like to be suicidal?
I am thinking of someone in particular as I write this. Someone who seems like JUST the type to go around wearing all yellow and writing “love” all the way down her wrists. Someone who takes “PRIDE” in doing things like this, as she wore her “autism speaks awareness day” t-shirt in front of me…Yet you know what she does? She calls me crazy, insane, wrote about how she purposely wanted to piss me off one day in particular, and other things that I don’t even feel SAFE to mention.
Then these same people who have done such things to me, called me such names (my sister included); are/were in college to be a special ed. teacher. I would seriously re-think your career if you’re not willing to take the time to understand, work with, and stick up for people who actually HAVE problems. If a girl with autism who is suicidal walks into your classroom one day, are you going to call her crazy? If that same girl is clinging onto her boyfriend, are you going to take the boyfriend aside into the hallway and tell him he shouldn’t be with an “unstable” girl so he doesn’t have deal with her or worry about her? Convince him that he should have a care-free and worry-free life with a normal safe girl, when that may be the ONLY person that could have been helping to save her?
But whatever, it’s not like you’ll actually see this anyway…and I’m sure that if you did, and the fact that I just wrote this, would just be *another* thing that you can point your crazy finger at.
When I go out later, I’m NOT covering up any of my scars.