MessUpChinUp posted a quote
August 29, 2011 10:58am UTC
The problem with the pre-teen years Is that we all want to experience everything as fast as possible. Well only the brave ones go through with it. &&end up /broken/// So if you're like me, and you've made a few mistakes... guess what. We were brave once before and we will be brave once again, but this time; to rise back up. Here's to us broken girls . ❤❤❤
MessUpChinUp posted a quote
August 28, 2011 10:19pm UTC
I finally deleted his number and unfriended him on facebook. No more countless hours of trying to get him back or countless hours of watching his profile, seeing him happy with other girls. I cant tell if i feel free or lonely . </3
MessUpChinUp posted a quote
August 23, 2011 9:14am UTC
………………¸·*¨¯¨*·. ………………`·-·*…..).·*¨¯¨*·¸ …………………..¸,.·´……*·-·´ ..·*¨¯¯¨*·¸…….*´¯) I told my sister. I told her I cut. (………..`·.,¸_¸,.·´ I feel really confident, I finally have somebody to quit for. I'm free....`·-·* ♥
MessUpChinUp posted a quote
August 16, 2011 1:48am UTC
I'm finally bleeding I don't feel guilty at all. I feel like I've just struck gold. You're not here to stop me anymore... Nice to know you're sleeping peacefully. While I sit here with all of the pain. You built me up, so I could fall. What's this feeling? Who cares. Am I better off dead, am I better off a quitter ? They say I'm better off now, than I ever was with him .
MessUpChinUp posted a quote
August 7, 2011 3:28am UTC
I was bored. depressed. alone. bored. I drank. I drank again. I drank another time. I drank some more. I'm only 13. Word got around. There I was. With my life semi-ruined. Gained most of my friends back. Promised to never do it again. I did it again. I got a boyfriend. He didn't want me to drink. I drank again. I sent a picture. Everyone found out. The picture was sent around. I tried to kill myself. I failed. I cut myself. I was left to myself. Filled with guilt. Embarrassment. I left. I never got better. I "quit" drinking. You all knocked me down. The picture was sent to everyone. Including my boyfriend. He understood me. He let it go. It ended. I lost my boyfriend. That left a hole. I cut more. I always cut. I want to drink again. I can't let myself. I hate every day that I'm breathing. Don't drink. That's been stuck in me for a while. Now everyone can know the story. I will be rising from the ground, like a skyscraper