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  1. IJustNeedLovee IJustNeedLovee
    posted a quote
    February 5, 2014 7:00pm EST
    Dear *********,
    I've been wanting to say this to you for a really long time but I get too embarrassed. I know that you probably won't even read this all and if you do then you might not know it's about you but still I need to tell you this before we drift away completely or one of us does something stupid...
    Thank you. I know I say this a lot but seriously thank you for literally everything. Every smile, every tear, every fight, every joke, every word, every minute, every second. I took a massive risk by letting you in and it's the best thing I've ever done. If I need anything or I feel like cr.p and need someone to vent to then you're the first person I go to. I trust you enough to calm me down and that's something I find so hard to do. I'd like to think you do the same to me but I don't think you do anymore and that makes me so sad.
    You literally know (well should know) almost everything that actually matters about me. From my family to stress you're there for me. You pick me up when I'm down with my two favourite words and the song I hate most of all in this world. Truth is I'm actually starting to love that song... Sometimes your advice is really cr.ppy, also it doesn't make sense but they're still comforting to me. I don't know if that's because they're words coming from you or what but it's true.
    I'm sorry that I probably annoy the sh.t out of you or a lot of the time I'm a b.tch. Now I don't know if that's just me being paranoid or insecure but whatever. All that matters is that even through all my sh.ttiness you've stuck around and you're still willing to support me when I'm at my worst times.
    Remember whatever happens, wherever you are, doesn't matter if we change completely, I'll always be here for you. I'll put you first and hug you tight whenever you need me to. Just because even if you never have/will do this for me it feels like you have. No ones ever really done that for me before so I cannot thank you enough. I don't think that is is even half of what I want to say to you but it's late and I can't remember. If you've got this far please don't say anything because I think I'll be so embarrassed I'll die! Just fave it maybe or something. Either way I'm probably still gonna feel awkward...
    Lots and lots and lots of love (I think you forget how much I love you and how much you mean to me),
    Lottie - the 1D loving, Disney breathing, dorky weird girl you met randomly - xoxo
    P. S. I don't know if you remember what your dad said to you once when we were on Skype but you asked me if I heard and I said no. Truth was I did and it made me smile for a week :D
    P. S. S. I'll probably delete this in the morning before you can read it but I don't know, I needed to get this off my chest.

  2. VickiMouse* VickiMouse*
    posted a quote
    August 7, 2013 11:11pm EDT
    I'm in the mood to vent and I'd love if you guys would give me some helpful advice.
    So me and my best friend are no longer best friends. We got into this huge argument this past week over something stupid but the feelings that I've brushed off have kind of risen to the surface and I ended up getting way more mad then I should have.
    So let me give you a recap of our frienship:
    We have known each other since the third grade, but we became really close friends last summer. From last summer up until this past February, I went through a depression. My brother cut off all connections to me and my family last summer. He was fresh out of high school and he was tired of hearing everyone telling him what to do, so he moved out and stopped talking to us. No calls, no texts, no vistis. Nothing. He was the only person I could talk to. The only person that I knew understood me. So when he broke things off with the family, I started thinking everything was my fault. That I was never good enough. From there, my depression just spiraled deeper and deeper. But my best friend was always there for me. She helped me get better and she was always there when I needed someone to talk to. She couldn't, however, open up to me. She would lie to me about being upset when I asked, but would post a facebook status about it. Or she would wait until I caught her in lies to actually tell me something. But it was never the truth.
    So, I felt like a lousy friend. I felt like maybe I did something that made her not trust me. I just didn't know what. She has some really tough family issues. My house was always available when she couldn't stand being at home. My mom always payed for her when we went out to eat or to the movies or whatever. I always made time for her and made her feel like she belonged somewhere and always had a friend. She just never did the same for me. She would leave my house early in the morning and go to the beach with her mom and other friends and not invite me. I don't mean to sound like a clingy friend, but it'd be nice to feel like she wants to hang out, right?
    I just feel like our entire frienship was a huge lie and a waste of time. Now she says she doesn't care about how I feel and she's always making a sarcastic remark to me. It makes me hate her, but I just don't understand what I did so wrong to get trated like crap.

  3. darling destiny* darling destiny*
    posted a quote
    July 27, 2013 11:14pm EDT
    You think that everything would be
    better without you, correct?
    You’re utterly convinced that no
    one needs you, right?
    Right now, I want you to go to
    your special hiding place and
    get your knife, your blade,
    your lighter; whatever tool
    you’ve spent countless nights
    battling, turning to for some
    type of comfort. Now, I want you
    to hold that tool. I want you to
    feel the weight of it within
    your palm. Feel the coldness
    against your warm skin.
    Now, picture this:
    your mother, going to your room
    to wake you up, only to find your
    corpse on the ground, surrounded
    by your own blood.
    Can you hear it now?
    The shrieks of terrors,
    the uncontrollably sobbing.
    Can you hear it now?
    Then, your father comes running
    to your room, finding your mother,
    his wife, clutching your limp
    body (his precious baby); screaming
    to the heavens, desperately wishing
    that she would just wake up from this nightmare.
    He runs to her, pulling her away
    from your body, shielding her
    away from the horror. He bites his tongue,
    holding back the sobs.
    An hour later, they’ve collected
    the body and your mother hasn’t
    moved from the couch, blankly staring
    into space; still waiting, hoping, praying
    that she’ll wake up from this nightmare.
    Your farther is in the other room,
    sobbing silently; the same man
    who you never once saw cry,
    broken down.
    Still believe your life means nothing?
    Now picture your sibling, your sister, your brother,
    getting called to the office; their teacher telling
    them it’s an emergency. Your parents are there,
    your mother is crying, your father is holding
    her shaking body. Your sibling is confused, frightened.
    They tell them the news, and the teacher
    has to catch them before they fall
    to the ground.
    It was just last night you two
    were bickering over what movie
    to watch. It was just last night they
    heard your laugh, saw your smile.
    It was just last night.
    When they tell your best friend,
    they break down; you two were
    supposed to see a movie that weekend.
    You two were going to get pizza; now you’re gone,
    and they’re left alone to fight their own demons.
    It’s been one month.
    Your door remains closed,
    no one dares to go in there.
    Your mother has shut down,
    not knowing how to go on.
    She cries herself to sleep every night.
    Blaming herself for not telling you
    how much she loves you.
    Your father goes through the motions,
    but some nights, he has a little too
    much whiskey, hoping to numb the
    pain that seems to have settled
    on his chest.
    Your sibling has gone silent,
    turning to the knife to deal
    with the pain that has taken
    over them. Almost ever night,
    they break down, punching
    the ground, screaming your name
    to the heavens.
    Your best friend goes out every night,
    drinking to forget the ache in their chest.
    Just one more glass of vodka to forget,
    even for a little while.
    And where are you?
    You’re six feet under the ground,
    rotting away silently.
    While everyone you loved,
    who loved you, is continuing
    their lives—but there’s a void
    in their a hearts, a space where
    you once lived in.
    Did you know that you’re
    the reason your best friend
    didn’t kill them self?
    Did you know that you were
    your sibling’s best friend?
    Your parents’ pride and joy?
    The light of everyone’s lives.
    No, because you were blinded
    by your sadness; you let
    the darkness win.
    Don’t let the darkness win.
    Put the tool down, you’re
    needed elsewhere.
    (DS)

  4. teamJesus4ever teamJesus4ever happy witty anniversary!
    posted a quote
    March 28, 2013 5:06pm EDT
    To This Day by Shane Koyczan
    When I was a kid
    I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
    were the same thing
    I thought they were both pork chops
    and because my grandmother thought it was cute
    and because they were my favourite
    she let me keep doing it
    not really a big deal
    one day
    before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
    I fell out of a tree
    and bruised the right side of my body
    I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
    because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
    for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been
    a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
    and I got sent to the principal’s office
    from there I was sent to another small room
    with a really nice lady
    who asked me all kinds of questions
    about my life at home
    I saw no reason to lie
    as far as I was concerned
    life was pretty good
    I told her “whenever I’m sad
    my grandmother gives me karate chops”
    this led to a full scale investigation
    and I was removed from the house for three days
    until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
    news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
    and I earned my first nickname
    pork chop
    to this day
    I hate pork chops
    I’m not the only kid
    who grew up this way
    surrounded by people who used to say
    that rhyme about sticks and stones
    as if broken bones
    hurt more than the names we got called
    and we got called them all
    so we grew up believing no one
    would ever fall in love with us
    that we’d be lonely forever
    that we’d never meet someone
    to make us feel like the sun
    was something they built for us
    in their tool shed
    so broken heart strings bled the blues
    as we tried to empty ourselves
    so we would feel nothing
    don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
    that an ingrown life
    is something surgeons can cut away
    that there’s no way for it to metastasize
    it does
    she was eight years old
    our first day of grade three
    when she got called ugly
    we both got moved to the back of the class
    so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
    but the school halls were a battleground
    where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
    we used to stay inside for recess
    because outside was worse
    outside we’d have to rehearse running away
    or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
    in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
    that read beware of dog
    to this day
    despite a loving husband
    she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
    because of a birthmark
    that takes up a little less than half of her face
    kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
    that someone tried to erase
    but couldn’t quite get the job done
    and they’ll never understand
    that she’s raising two kids
    whose definition of beauty
    begins with the word mom
    because they see her heart
    before they see her skin
    that she’s only ever always been amazing
    (part one)

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