I need to figure out why I keep having these moments so late at night.
I dunno, I suppose just looking at my dash or at my facebook I get reminded of things I’ve done for you so you didn’t have to. I realize all the sacrifices I’ve made for you in the past and one thing happens, I become a figment of your past.
You didn’t like talking on the phone. So I called people for you. I canceled appointments for you, I ordered the food on the phone for you since you didn’t want to.
You felt uncomfortable asking peoples opinions on something, so you left it to me. Suppose thats was got me upset that day, you trusted his opinion.
I risked losing my job for you…
ah well…its getting late. Work in the morning. I really need to learn to put this rage behind me. This feeling of betrayal and the feeling of beingused
I came to realize a lot of things tonight really….
1) I’ve been so far pushed out of my cosplay group, I didn’t even realize they were all assigned characters in The Avengers. I don’t care, I find it rather humorous actually.
2) She may still be on my mind…but theres one thing for sure, I’ve finally fallen out of love with her. She’s broken me one last time.
3) I’ve fallen for him. I know I have, and what sucks, is the only thing blocking that is the fear of feeling that broken again. I’m his first, I won’t be his last…thats probably the scariest realization I’ve had to come to.
4) I can be personal with him, and he doesn’t look at me any differently. I’ve gotten closer to him than I ever imagined. I can’t read him as well, but it’s slowly working because as he’s giving me something I never had, I’m giving him something he’s never had. someone willing and trying to look deeper into him, and be able to pull out the “no your not” in the “I’m okay”
5) I need him here more than I ever needed you.
One things for sure…that night….that night I risked myself to taking the last train that night…he was there for me. His parents let me stay at his house, regardless of never meeting me prior. His parents welcomed me when yours…probably had no clue I was even there. He’s seen me at my most vulnerable, crying on his shoulder as he sat there…and let me. I’ll never forget that night…the night you officially casted me aside and he took me under his wing.
He protected me…when you let me go.
Shinra has been replaced with another. Why? Well, lets face it, he treats me more like Shinra treats Celty than you ever did.
Dr…I’ve fallen for you…
Please
- the person i like and why i like them.
- a famous person i’ve been compared to.
- 5 things that irritate me about the same sex/opposite sex.
- the best thing that has happened to me this week.
- weird things i do when i’m alone.
- how i’d spend ten thousand bucks.
- things i like and things i don’t like about the way i look.
- my last night out in detail.
- something that makes me sad when i think about it.
- something i’ve lied about.
- would i rather be stranded on a desert island with someone i love for ten years or someone i hate for a month? explain why.
- something i’m currently worrying about.
- one person from tumblr i’d throw off a cliff, one i’d marry and one i’d fuck.
- something i do without realising.
- lyrics that apply to my current situation/mood.
- a drunken story.
- something i regret.
- post a picture of myself.
- my longest relationship and who it was with.
- press ctrl v and post.
- post a bit of my last IM convo.
- 5 things i want to change.
- my view on being tumblr famous.
- someone i’d like to be for a day and why.
- 5 things within touching distance.
- story of my first kiss.
(Source: purem0rning)
The heartbreaking moment
when you know an issue is dead and gone, resolved, a-okay….
yet its still even now, constantly on your mind ><
fucking emotions…..
Olivia Penpraze.
19 years old.
Died from a Suicide attempt that left her brain dead. Her parents made the hardest decision of their lives by turning off her life support.
She had a Tumblr account with over 900 posts sharing her emotional turmoil, dealings with depression, loneliness & thoughts about her wanting to take her own life.
The only response she got, was insensitive assholes, like the majority of people on Tumblr, encouraging her to do it. She was bullied consistently.
Olivia attempted to kill herself every year in May 1st since 2008.In May 2012, her short life came to an end.
I know most people can’t tolerate posts like Olivia’s, whom find it attention seeking.
My point to you people is…EXACTLY!!
Of course it’s attention seeking what else it?! People share that part of themselves over the Internet because they obviously feel they can’t talk to anyone they know nor do they think anyone would care.
All I want is for people to cut out the bullying & talk to people like Olivia.
A conversation to someone in desperation could save their life.If people can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
You never know…
What you say could be used to decide whether they live or die.Even if youre a b&w blog, reblog this.
whatever type of blog you are just reblog
if you dont reblog this youre just heartless, this is a tragedy that needs to end.
People on tumblr care.
About me
I mainly use this blog for posting up my bottled up emotions. I've tried journals in the past but they don't quite work. I can't get my emotions really out there. Thus, I created this tumblr. So everything is going to be rather...depressing. My apologies for that, it IS a venting kind of tumblr after all. If any of my followers though, need anyone to talk to, I'm always all ears.
