coming home during my free period during school: okay you have an hour to pull your crap together. ready. set. go.
“I would love for someone to know me inside and out but how should I expect that if I don’t even know who I am”
EXCUSE ME, BUT RANT TIME.
I recently told my best friend about my problem fighting depression that began about a year and a half ago. I even showed her my Tumblr page, the blog that I keep a secret from everyone who knows me personally. Now she knows about it, and she won’t hold a real conversation with me anymore.
Pardon my language, but
WHAT THE FREAKING HELL.
THIS IS WHY PEOPLE LIKE ME DON’T OPEN UP. BECAUSE AS SOON AS WE DO, WE GET SLAMMED SHUT. THIS IS WHY I KEPT THIS A SECRET. BECAUSE YES, THERE ARE TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY, BUT I DON’T WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW ABOUT MY OTHER HALF.
IT. IS. EMBARRASSING.
I AM HUMILIATED EVERY FREAKING DAY. AND NOBODY EVEN KNOWS IT.
AND YES. I CHOOSE TO KEEP IT THAT WAY. BUT WHY DO YOU THINK I DO, HUH?
I DON’T CARE IF IT’S OVER TEXT. I DON’T CARE IF IT’S A PHONE CALL. I DON’T CARE IF IT’S FACE TO FACE.
IF SOMEBODY WHO IS DEAD INSIDE NEEDS TO TALK TO YOU, AND YOU’RE AWARE OF THEIR NEED…
YOU’D BETTER TALK TO THEM, DAMMIT.
I would actually sell my soul to get mcr back together
“I fell in love with blades and that scares me to death.”
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