hello there, beautiful. I'm Ashley. I'm 17 years young & born on the
6th of January. (Any twins?) I'm happily taken
and 38 weeks pregnant with a little baby boy!
I have 3 brothers....and 3 sisters. I'm from the
boring state of Maine, but I'm currently living in
New Hampshire. I've here on witty for almost 3
years & during those 3 years, both witty and I
have changed dramatically.There's so, so much
more I could write here, but I just don't have the
time. SO if you wanna know more, just ask. I've
got a whole life story to tell!♥
Heartbreak. Everyone at some. their life is going to experience it. And, you know what? It's probably one of the most painful things a person has to go through. I'm not going to lie. When your heart is broken, it's feels like it's being shredded into a million pieces, cut up, and thrown in the trash, left out to rot. It hurts. A lot. Emotionally and physically. Getting your heart broken actually physically makes your heart hurt. You cry and cry, and wish it wasn't like this. You wish it was just temporary. A nightmare. But, the sad truth? It's not. It's reality. And you're just going to have to accept it. Pain and all.
Sometimes you just have to remind yourself that it'll all be okay. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. Say it enough that one day, you'll actually believe it. Remind yourself that things have changed for a reason. People change for a reason. You just have to let go, and move on. It's going to be hard, and you're going to feel lonely, but just hold on, because who is to say tomorrow wont be the best day of your life.
Some people think reading is boring, but reading has saved me from bad realities. Yes, I know I can't just stay living in my imagination through books I read, whether it's fiction or not. But filling up my mind with good things (even when it's imaginary) has done much in healing some invisible scars.
Self harm is serious. Five cuts or a hundred. Scratches or deep wounds. Barley visible or scars for life. The pain that a person feels when they take that blade to their skin is not determined by the seriousness of their scars. They're all killing pain with pain. Every cut tells a story, and behind every single one of them lays more pain then someone from the outside could ever begin to understand. The smallest scratch can hold hours of tears and hatred; the frustration and hopelessness can't be measured in blood. They will all see their reflection in the mirror and everyday be reminded of what they have done to themselves. They will all make excuses for wearing long sleeves or not going for a swim. They will all know both the reliefs and the regrets of this brutal addiction. Self harm is a disease of the mind, and the amount of scars on the outside does not show the amount of suffering on the inside.
I know what it feels like to lose yourself. To lay in your bed for hours & just cry. You cant think, or do anything, you just feel the tears on your cheeks and the pain in your stomach. I know what it feels like to hold your breath and bury your face into your pillow so nobody hears. You're shaking and just want to scream. I know what it's like to feel alone in a crowded room. To hold back the tears and fake a smile. To break down at night and cry yourself to sleep. Cry because you're not good enough. Because you screw up all the time. Cry because you dont fit in or because you're falling to pieces. Cry because nobody cares. Because you're heart broken. Cry because you know nothing will ever be the same. f o r m a t j i m m y 3 6 5 | f u n n i e s