Format credit: Sandrasaurus My cousin died last night in a house fire. He was five years old. Rest in Peace Andrew. I only got to meet you one time. I love you. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Format by Sandrasaurus
Favorite this if... you've ever taken a razor to your wrist, you've ever felt worthless; alone. Favorite this if you've ever skipped a meal, if you've ever cried yourself to sleep, if you you've ever felt like you're not good enough; not pretty enough. Favorite this if you're just trying to get by, if smile is hiding so much pain. Favorite this if you just want to be happy. See? You're not so alone; you're beautiful and you're worth it. I may not know you, but I love you.
br0kenwings posted a quote
November 7, 2011 9:03pm UTC
format-br0kenwings You say you never meant to hurt me. Well, that might be true. BUT DO YOU REALLY THINK I should forgive you for what you put me through?
hollingsworthx posted a quote
November 8, 2011 12:19pm UTC
Trust me, I know how it feels. I know exactly how it feels to cry, to hide in the bathroom, so no one can hear. I know what it's like to wait for everyone to be asleep, so you can {fall apart} for everything t o h u r t s o b a d , you just want it all to end, I know exactly how you feel.
format by; idance WHEN YOU SEE A BABY ; 5% - MAKE A FUNNY FACE 5%- ASK HOW OLD IT IS 5%- SMI LE L I KE A WEIRDO 85%- TALK IN THAT WEIRD HIGH PITCHED VOICE
MikeyJames posted a quote
November 7, 2011 9:21pm UTC
SHE is laying in bed with the door locked. The curtains are drawn and the lights off. The Notebook is in the DVD player. An empty tub of ice cream is on the floor next to dozens of crumpled tissues. She's got her music blasting so loud no one can hear her sobs. Her fingertips are smudged with black from wiping away mascara-stained tears. She's replaying their last conversation, thinking i'll never get him back. HE is sitting on the edge of his bed with the door locked. The curtains are drawn and the lights off. Call of Duty is in the xBox. The controller is on the floor, right beneath the spot where he nearly punched the wall in his own frustration. He's got the music blasting so loud, so nobody can hear his cries. His hair's a mess from running his hands through it. And he's replaying their last conversation, thinking she'll never take me back.