(via omgyannabanna)
We all are a little weird; We all have flaws. We all have a secret that makes us sick everytime we think about it. We all have judged someone. We all have made mistakes. We all have changed in some sort of way. We all have our insecurities. We all have those days where you just want to leave the world. We all want to be somebody we’re not, just for a guy. We all want to be popular. We all talk crap, even if you don’t as much as other people. We are all basically the same, yet different at the same time. So why do we judge eachother? Why?!
Person: Why do you love that celebrity so much? They’re never going to love you back.
Me: Why do you breathe when you know you’re eventually going to die?
Things We Say In School:
1)I’m tired
2)I’m cold
3) I don’t get it
4) I’m hungry
5)What time is it?
6) I wanna go home
A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up and down the isles.
The sales girl notices him and asks if she can help him.
He says he’s looking for a box of tampons for his wife.
She directs him down the correct isle.
A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a roll of string on the counter.
She says, confused, “Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife?”
He answers, “You see, it’s like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers because ‘it’s sooooo much cheaper’. So, I figure if I have to roll my own, so does she.”
You ↗ You ↙ You → You ↓ You ↪ You ↲ You ↯ You ↱ You ↶ and You ↴
are all beautiful,
so smile.
We’ve all been called something
terrible that made our self confidence fall to the ground.
Whether it was about our weight, skin, the way we
dress, or who we dated — it hurt.
For a lot of people, they get called those names so often,
it’s sometimes hard to remember what’s true
& usually, they start to believe the harsh names.
Usually, they look in the mirror — look at the flaw & hate themselves.
You know exactly how it feels.
So why would you go around and make fun of the way someone else looks?
So you want to kill yourself?
So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares about you. Your family hates you. Right? No. Your parents walking in your room in the morning to only find a dead body. They’ll try their hardest to not think negative, and to just think that you’re fooling around. Then they’ll start shaking you. Why aren’t you breathing? They’ll be broken. Tears. Many tears. More tears than you ever shed. Was it…them? Were they the reason you did this? More tears. Pain. Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day. Guilt. More guilt. What about your bestfriends? They’re not going to care. Right? No. What’s the first thing that will go through their mind when your principal comes in and tells the class that you’re not alive. While your bestfriend sits there in tears. That girl that you’d smile at but never talk to? She’s now crying. The boy who used to kick you under the table just to annoy you? He’ll be shocked. He’ll be devastated. He’ll blame himself. The person who used to bully and nag at you every day. They’ll be hurt. They’ll cry. They’ll blame themselves. What about your teacher? Thoughts crossing her mind. She’ll question if you did it because she didn’t make school comfortable enough for you. Pain. Devastation. All in one. Who organizes your funeral? Who has to go through your stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those few older kids who used to give you daggers at school? They’ll feel regret. They’ll blame themselves. See, if you killed yourself today, you’ll never know what might of happened tomorrow. You’ll never know because you’re dead. Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead. Your family hates themselves for it. Your bestfriend then falls into depression. Tears. Tears. More tears than a river. All because you killed yourself because you thought no one would care. Right? You are loved. By many. Someone right now is thinking of you. And right now, I’m thinking about anyone who has thought or is considering suicide. You are beautiful. No matter if you’re black, white, homo-sexual, tall, short, overweight, anorexic, anything. You are beautiful. You want to kill yourself? Think about it first. There’s no coming back. And I promise, if you do it, you are not only hurting yourself, you are hurting many. You are creating more tears than you led yourself to. You are making everyone miserable and making them all feel guilt and pain. Never will they feel whole like they used to when they had you. You are beautiful. And you are never ever alone. Do you still think no one cares
his one goes out to our cutters
&suicidal others
You, are beautiful,
don‘t let anyone
Tell you differently.
you may think no one cares about you
well i do and always will .
stay strong
we all love you.
