LOL.
So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares about you. Your family hates you. Right? No. Your parents walking in your room in the morning to only find a dead body. They’ll try their hardest to not think negative, and to just think that you’re fooling around. Then they’ll start shaking you. Why aren’t you breathing? They’ll be broken. Tears. Many tears. More tears than you ever shed. Was it them? Were they the reason you did this? More tears. Pain. Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day. Guilt. More guilt. What about your bestfriends? They’re not going to care. Right? No. What’s the first thing that will go through their mind when your principal comes in and tells the class that you’re not alive. While your bestfriend sits there in tears. That girl that you’d smile at but never talk to? She’s now crying. The boy who used to kick you under the table just to annoy you? He’ll be shocked. He’ll be devastated. He’ll blame himself. What about your teacher? Thoughts crossing her mind. She’ll question if you did it because she didn’t make school comfortable enough for you. Pain. Devastation. All in one. Who organises your funeral? Who has to go through your stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those few older girls who used to give you daggers at school? They’ll feel regret. They’ll blame themselves. See, if you killed yourself today, you’ll never know what might of happened tomorrow. You’ll never know because you’re dead. Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead. Your family hates themselves for it. Your bestfriend then falls into depression. Tears. Tears. More tears than a river. All because you killed yourself because you thought noone would care. Right? You are loved. By many. Someone right now is thinking of you. And right now, I’m thinking about anyone who has thought or is considering suicide. You are beautiful. No matter if you’re black, white, homo-sexual, tall, short, overweight or anorexic. You are beautiful. You want to kill yourself? Think about it first. There’s no coming back. And I promise, if you do it, you are not only hurting yourself, you are hurting many. You are creating more tears than you led yourself to. You are making everyone miserable and making them all feel guilt and pain. Never will they feel whole like they used to when they had you. You are beautiful. And you are never ever alone.
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Stop thinking about the past, and don’t worry too much about what’s going to happen in the future. Your presence is a present, so live for today, and appreciate everyone and everything you have. Stop thinking about what you don’t have, what you wish you had, who walked out of your life, and whatever else that falls in that category. Think about what you have, who you have in your life, and how fortunate you are. Majority of you reading this probably have it better than a lot of people around the world.
One thing that annoys me is when I see kids posting/blogging about how they hate their asshole parents because they took away their cellphones for going over the minutes. How their parents ruin their live because they won’t let them go out late. If you have a valid reason to really “hate” your parents, well that’s fine and we respect that. If you seriously say all that stuff just because of pretty things like how your mom won’t let you sleep over your boyfriend’s house… really now?
Back to the point, be thankful for everything. Tomorrow is never promised, so live for today. Put your ego aside, open your eyes to who and what’s around you. You are loved. You are cared for. You are blessed, nonetheless, always remember that.
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Guys are there for you. They don’t talk shit about you and they don’t start useless drama with you. Other people may think “oh she’s sucha slut she always hangs out with guys”, but no. That doesn’t make you a slut, it’s because you’d rather be around people who are straight up with you rather than fake bitches. And they’ve rather spend their time having fun instead of wasting time gossiping and talking shit.
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I feel like shit. I feel like a wreck. I am stressed the fuck out. I don’t know what to do. I over think way too much. I’m lost and confused. I’m depressed. I’m tired of everyone. I’m tired of doing things I don’t want to do. I just want to sleep and never wake up..
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As much as I’d like to talk to you, it’s just hard for me to pretend like I’m over us and have a ‘normal’ conversation with you. Plus, why bother talking to each other when you seem like you don’t even want to have a conversation with me in the first place? There’s no point. It’s whatever.
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