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  1. scrappy scrappy
    posted a quote
    April 7, 2018 1:02pm UTC
    why is it so hard for me to cut anymore ?everytime i try, i cant ever bring myself to do it.i hold the blade against my skin but it doesnt move.i used to get such a rush out of it.it used to take the pain away.i dont know what changed or why.but i cant, and i wish i could.

  2. Juz_Zum_Zombie Juz_Zum_Zombie
    posted a quote
    September 26, 2017 9:57pm UTC
    I can't help but wonder why
    I can remain only looking at your face and feeling only your body, for the rest of my life, never even being attracted to another man.
    But why you can't go a few seconds without having thoughts about other women. You think I don't hear you talk about her. You think I don't see what you're looking at while you sit right next to me.
    But I do, and i know it's silly but it hurts.

  3. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    June 12, 2017 5:33am UTC
    i'm incredibly sick
    of my grandfather and my mother getting all the sympathy for my grandmother's death. I've gotten a handful of hugs and sorry's for my loss from people, and have otherwise been completely ignored. I lost someone too. I lost a woman who comforted and inspired me in ways my own mother couldn't. I lost a person who loved me and took pride in me unconditionally. I lost a close relative and a true friend. My life was the way it was partly because of her, hell my existence was largely because of her, and now it will never be the same without her. I do not mean to sound entitled or selfish, I am aware and do not feel that this is a contest of who is suffering more deeply, and it's never been about getting attention, but I am alone in my particular form of grief and that loneliness has been intensified by people's lack of simple consideration. It bothers me to no end that my mom has been showered in gifts and keepsake memoirs and kind messages (has anyone ever thought that maybe I'd like a wax-dipped rose or a framed photograph too? Or perhaps a phone call to check in?) and my granddad gets all the praise for sharing articles and songs on Facebook that I posted and mentioned first. Writing and talking about ideas is a way for me to express myself, it is my outlet to release emotions, and I feel that that's being taken from me because he has to swoop in and steal my thoughts. Yes, I didn't know my grandmother as long as either of them and didn't get to spend as much time with her as they did, but that's merely a consequence of my age, my relationship to her and my living arrangement, none of which were ever in my control. She was still immensely important to me, as I was to her. People need to stop acting like my grandfather and mother were the only ones who loved her, the only ones who were loved by her, the only ones who were by her side when she took her last rattling breath. I'm just as hurt and scarred by this, maybe even more so because I am much younger and previously unaffected by this kind of event in life, and therefore unable to process it as easily.I suppose it doesn't matter, everyone is going to eventually stop actively caring about how we're all dealing, anyway.

  4. Forever Hers* Forever Hers*
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    May 10, 2017 3:18pm UTC

  5. crimson24 crimson24
    posted a quote
    April 30, 2017 11:24pm UTC
    circus of lunaticsplayin spin the bottle with death and demiserussian roulette but with a fully loaded barrel thinking there was a chance to wingames that only the freaks of the circus playpracticing on the tight ropewhat some call a normal lifebut falling and shattering the masknothing to hide behindbroken and afraidthere was a razor used to cut the tightropebecause no life is normalwe are a circus of lunaticssome entertaining pillsothers alcoholwe all jump through the rings of firefollowing the colourful banners becausethat is the only thing thatisnt black and whitesome dont mind getting burned in the ringthe burn could let us step out of the acteven if just for a minuteit was heavenjust a chance to catch our breathstep out of the rules and regulationsaway from the whips and cattle prodsthey treat us like animalsbut we dont see anything wrongbecause that is how we grew upfollowing their agendadoing their trickswe are the circus of lunatics

  6. Miluiel* Miluiel*
    posted a quote
    October 1, 2016 7:51pm UTC
    << fifty words for murder >>
    ( a n d i ' m e v e r y o n e o f t h e m )

  7. _DreamForever _DreamForever
    posted a quote
    September 3, 2016 6:26pm UTC
    remind me again
    how it feels to be forgotten
    even when the light
    was never on you

  8. _DreamForever _DreamForever
    posted a quote
    September 3, 2016 6:19pm UTC
    Am I really just over-reacting?

  9. Alpaca Prophet * Alpaca Prophet *
    posted a quote
    August 24, 2016 12:37am UTC
    "I was once a blazing inferno, I felt everything, I was full of life.
    But I let my sparks fly and heat those I love, and as the cliche stands:
    they got burnt. The realization that my hands could hurt someone that
    badly made me detatch, quench my fire, becoming cold and heartless.
    Of course in every story about becoming a coldhearted Statue they soon
    follow with that special someone who melted them into a caring puppy.
    But I'm not Mr. Darcy or any of those people, I'm much too arogant and
    scared to let love break my stone layers. So I stop feeling things that
    cause me to do things, no desire, no attachment, no strings for you to play
    in my heart. Instead an Anylitical mind is much more effective at
    preventing hurt."
    I've thought this way for so long it's now second nature to anylize
    my relationships and treat people like priorities in a Chess game.
    Move this person here, let that one go. Completely ignoring the
    humanity behind these people. I will change, I will change
    Please make sure to tell me when I'm hardening up again. Please
    combat my anylitical attacks with sincear love that I currently
    don't have. And above all please don't become like me. Your
    fire is too caring, too full of feeling, and too sincear to let go.
    The world wouldn't be the same without your crackling love.

  10. Miluiel* Miluiel*
    posted a quote
    August 12, 2016 10:26pm UTC
    every facet of my head hurts--my mind, my jaw, my ears, my eyes are on fire. my stomach is churning. i'm hunched over, sitting on a chair in my kitchen, staring at the medicine cabinet. i just want it to stop.
    i am holding a bottle of pills. my hand is shaking, causing the capsules to rattle. my face is contorted, my eyebrows are permanently furrowed. the fan above me creates a buzzing noise that blocks out any voice of reason i could be hearing.
    the bottle is on the floor, the cap is broken off. all the pills are gone. my shaking has gotten worse. i've started sweating, and drops of it sting my eyes. they blur my vision. i don't care. i feel like i'm going to lose everything i've eaten today. i pound my fist on my thigh, and the bruises that are already there scream. i grit my teeth.
    my jaw aches worse than ever. my abdomen is sore. i'm gasping curses on myself. i've thrown up four times. i might pass out if i do it again. there was a time i would've died rather than vomit. i wish i was dead. wasn't that the whole point?
    i am asleep on the bathroom floor. my toothbrush is laying on the side of the sink, next to an open tube of toothpaste. my dreams are black.
    i cough myself awake. my skin looks dead. my toes are numb. my throat is raw. i take a shallow breath and stand up. my legs are wobbly. my body aches from sleeping on the hard tile. i force myself to take a shower. i try not to look at myself in the mirror.
    my back is against my matress. judy garland is playing from my ipod. her voice soothes me. i unclench my fists. i will be okay. i will be okay. i will be okay.

  11. Miluiel* Miluiel*
    posted a quote
    August 11, 2016 7:12pm UTC
    relapse, r e l a p s i n g, detox, d e t o x i n g

  12. cat_powell801 cat_powell801
    posted a quote
    July 26, 2016 5:36pm UTC
    When a girl says, "I'm fine", she doesn't really mean it.
    The scale goes great, good, okay, not okay, I hate you, I'm fine.

  13. cat_powell801 cat_powell801
    posted a quote
    July 26, 2016 5:31pm UTC
    sometimes I feel depressed, but I don't know why...

  14. cat_powell801 cat_powell801
    posted a quote
    July 26, 2016 11:02am UTC
    I am not angry. You put me here...the person who was supposed to love me the most. You deserted me.

  15. Amenah Amenah
    posted a quote
    July 10, 2016 6:20pm UTC
    Right now, I feel crippled by all the mistakes I've made. The weigh so heavilly on me I don't feel I can work towards change or growth. That's what I'm always meant to do, what I've always tried to do, and right now I just feel I can't; I've given up the right to try. That's what it feels like. And I won't let that feeling carry on forever, I'll pick up the ball and start climbing up again. There are things in this world I want to change, I want to fight. It didn't matter how small I am. And the weight of my shoulders may have shrunk me for now, but I'll grow again, and I'll fight again, one day sometime.

  16. Amenah Amenah
    posted a quote
    July 10, 2016 6:16pm UTC
    The last three years, I pulled away, dropped the ball for what was meant to be a moment.
    Then you left for permanent.
    And I never get to pick it up again.

  17. Amenah Amenah
    posted a quote
    July 10, 2016 6:12pm UTC
    Debating was a large part of my formative years, and throughout all my teenage ones it really helped form me as who I am. Debating showed me what it was like to be listened to, what it felt like when people heard the ideas you wanted to share, and not just heard but took them in and digested them and responded to them. It was in my school's debating club where I found people who were like me -- who wanted to win, and weren't embarrased about it; who took criticism as advice or suggestions rather than bullets; who had a thirst for knowledge obnoxious as dustiest part of a scholar library; and who's jokes were just as crass and rude and ill-informed and funny as mine. Debating was where I made a lot of friends. It was where I became loud and clever and rude and I made mistake after mistake and felt okay with that because it meant growing and learning and striving for better. But I stopped. I did it less and less, I pulled back, because when you start to lose parts of yourself -- when they go to sleep for a bit -- you don't want to taint the things you care about with that stain. But friends stayed friends. And then at university after years of pulling away and trying to turn my back, I returned to debating, and made plans to see a friend there as well, a friend from another university I went to high school with who was visiting mine. And I was ready to go back to debating, I thought. But that friend killed themselves the weekend before we were going to meet up. That friend was a lot of what debating was to me. I didn't go in the end. And for now, I'm not loud or clever or funny or crass or brave. For now, I'm half. And that friend is six feet under, and she's rotting in the ground, and I feel like my spirit to make this world a better place is rotting with her.

  18. Miluiel* Miluiel*
    posted a quote
    July 2, 2016 11:46pm UTC
    i promise to be good to you. i could never hate you. you are not toxic. please listen to me. you are the sun. you are the moon. you are the stars, wrapped into human form. and i am not much. but i prommise to be good to you. i could never hate you. you are not toxic. please listen to me.

  19. Andjela * Andjela *
    posted a quote
    June 25, 2016 11:12pm UTC
    I'm coming to a point in my life where I just don't want anyone else there with me. I don't need it. I used to sit and wonder how on earth I could survive without my best friend, or some boyfriend at the time. And now I am here, perfectly content with the idea of being alone. Because being alone doesn't mean I am lonely. My nights are restless not because I don't have someone to sing me to sleep, it is because my thoughts are racing a million miles a second, and they scream. I do not isolate myself on purpose, nor do I feel left out. I used to be insecure and worried about whether or not my friends liked me, or if I appeared weird or obscene to all of the strangers who pass by me. Now, I just don't care. I don't want to be in a relationship because I know I am too self-absorbed and not patient enough to dedicate my time and energy towards another person who could very well just treat me like sh/t. All I ever wanted at some point was a boyfriend, I met the man I thought I was going to marry. And you know what really scares me sometimes? The fact that I successfully let him go. I check up on him occasionally but we have not spoken a peaceful word in months on top of months and I do not know if there is any more love in my heart for that man. And he was once someone who became my everything, and I would have died for him. Now, I am just repulsed by those kinds of relationships. I am suprised at the type of person i am becoming because I used to cling onto every relationship and friendship of mine with my whole,dear, naive life, and nowthe only person I have tolerance for is myself. I love it because I feel my independence grow more and more every single day. I am afraid that I am heading towards being truly heartless and cold, what I once aspired to be but couldn't achieve because I cared too much. I used to always care too much. And now? I feel very close to nothing at all.

  20. corey_taylor* corey_taylor*
    posted a quote
    June 19, 2016 3:49am UTC
    I signed back on to this site to see the cringe fest that is you emos whining about your first world problems


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