February 2012
194 posts
Pretty is a Gift. Beauty is what you do with it.
Anonymous asked: Hi there! Id like to start by saying your story is very inspiring. So i have been with my boyfriend for almost a year. Should i tell him about my eating disorder? I'm scared of losing him but i think he deserves to know. What do you think? If i should, how?
Anonymous asked: It's not my fault, you know. She deserved it. She was a bitch and she was bulling other uses on this site. Someone had to stand up to her. And I don't care that I upset her, or whatever. She deserved it! How many people did she make cry? How many people deleted their blogs because of her? Too many. Someone had to stand up to her, and I'm perfectly fine with people hating me now...
Anonymous asked: I LIKE THE HURT. I came from a rough home, and sometimes I would go days without eating just so I didn't have to see my family and deal with being screamed at by drunk morons. In these later years, I realize I like the pain I get when my body gets hungry. It's sharp and it hurts, but it reminds that I am alive, not just something floating by -- it also gives me something to control in my...
gothicgirlzutara asked: I want a guy who will walk beside me, not in front of me nor behind me. I want him to stand right next to me as we walk hand in hand through life.
Anonymous asked: I come off to be a stronger person then I really am. I havent been truley happy for the longest time. Somtimes I pray that while Im driveing Ill get hit by a car. and die. Its truly sad.
Anonymous asked: I really like her, but she is so far away I don't know what to do.
There was a time where I thought we would last forever. You loved me, I loved you. Nothing else mattered. Yes, I made mistakes. But I wasn’t the only one. I was too busy fretting over trying to be perfect for you that I never saaw you doing me wrong. When we broke up you said it was just a break and that you still loved me. I saw you at two events in the same night with wo different girls....
the one i´m supposed to be
i feel like there´s two of me. the one i could have been, the happy party girl, and the one i am, the weird loner.
when i was twelve years old o moved from europe to south-american, and i still can´t get over my old life. i had everything, great friends, good school grades and a boyfriend.
and then i lost everything. without really fitting into my new life in this country that is the complete...
i've lost the ability to feel.
before i tell my story, you should know that if it weren’t for my brother and one other person i hold dear to my heart, i wouldn’t have been able to cope with half of the road blocks i’ve surpassed. i’m 17 years old and when i was 15 my parents divorced. needless to say it shocked everyone, my parents never had a great relationship but they were never expected to split up,...
Poem
Where the love lies; I’ve never been
I’m done acting like this; I just don’t fit in.
Give me a way; I’ll escape my prison
To tell the truth; My fears have risen
Beyond a point; A reasonable one
Looking over my shoulder; Not too much fun
Tell me what you think; I won’t take it in
Try to help; I won’t let you in.
You should try harder; Before it’s too late
I’ve stepped inside; they shut the...