AlexWitty
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Hi <3 I'm Alex, I'm a teenage boy from Scotland.
Don't tell me life's perfect because everything's a total mess. I'm clueless & naive.
I read too much and I'm more than often lost in my own thoughts and imagination
~ it's like my sanctuary.
I love punk/alternative/indie music.
So you know, if you do too we can be like, best friends 5evs.
Don't tell me life's perfect because everything's a total mess. I'm clueless & naive.
I read too much and I'm more than often lost in my own thoughts and imagination
~ it's like my sanctuary.
I love punk/alternative/indie music.
So you know, if you do too we can be like, best friends 5evs.
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i haven't been around for a few months recently because i've been in recovery for my bulimic tendencies. i'm on the 'road to recovery' as it were now; but that doesn't mean I'm entirely happy. Hopefully my happiness will improve just like my overall health.
If anyone needs someone that genuinely understands what they're going through, or just someone to talk to, then I'm here.
(love Alex)
you smile but you're not
really happy.
you ask but you don't want to know.
you talk but you aren't saying anything.
you laugh but you don't find it funny.
you cry but it doesn't really mean anything.
you get up but you're not really awake.
you sleep but you aren't resting.
you're alive but you aren't really living.
you ask but you don't want to know.
you talk but you aren't saying anything.
you laugh but you don't find it funny.
you cry but it doesn't really mean anything.
you get up but you're not really awake.
you sleep but you aren't resting.
you're alive but you aren't really living.
Hi, Grandma.
I'm not entirely sure why I've taken my time out on a Saturday to write you this little message. But it's days like these that I miss you most. I miss you taking up residence in my living room, telling me what to do and what not to do, giving me advice, talking to me about everything, even if I didn't want to. And when you got cancer, we ignored it. We carried on talking about everything, but missing that huge factor. I knew you weren't scared of dying, but I was scared for you, didn't you see it in my eyes, Grandma? I was scared. You were the only person that would talk to me like I was important. Like I was equal... grown up. My opinion counted.
We didn't even mention your cancer even when I came with you to the hospital every Friday evening. It was like a huge, unspeakable secret. But I thought of it, I thought of it all the time and I'm so sure that you did too.
Grandma, I remember the day I lost you. It was cold, but it was Summer. 24th July 2011. You were 81 years old. But I don't remember you aging a bit, to me you were just Grandma. My favourite member of the family.
And now, I'm sitting here, on a cold December night, wondering how you're doing. If you're thinking of me, if you're looking down on us. Are you proud? Are you disappointed? Every day I think of you.
I love you, Grandma.
I'm not entirely sure why I've taken my time out on a Saturday to write you this little message. But it's days like these that I miss you most. I miss you taking up residence in my living room, telling me what to do and what not to do, giving me advice, talking to me about everything, even if I didn't want to. And when you got cancer, we ignored it. We carried on talking about everything, but missing that huge factor. I knew you weren't scared of dying, but I was scared for you, didn't you see it in my eyes, Grandma? I was scared. You were the only person that would talk to me like I was important. Like I was equal... grown up. My opinion counted.
We didn't even mention your cancer even when I came with you to the hospital every Friday evening. It was like a huge, unspeakable secret. But I thought of it, I thought of it all the time and I'm so sure that you did too.
Grandma, I remember the day I lost you. It was cold, but it was Summer. 24th July 2011. You were 81 years old. But I don't remember you aging a bit, to me you were just Grandma. My favourite member of the family.
And now, I'm sitting here, on a cold December night, wondering how you're doing. If you're thinking of me, if you're looking down on us. Are you proud? Are you disappointed? Every day I think of you.
I love you, Grandma.
I'm a sixteen year old
boy and I have an eating disorder. Nowadays, you mostly hear of
girls with eating disorders because, let's face it,
it's hard not to be judged in todays society. But I'm
here, and I'm admitting to having one. I starve myself and
when I'm forced to eat, I'll be as quick as I can
throwing it back up. I'm severely underweight, and it's
a huge risk of my health.
So here's my promise: I'm changing my ways, I'll try and eat, big or small, each day. Life will get better, I just have to continue to promise myself that eating isn't going to drastically affect my life for the worse - I just have to keep my disorder under control.
Remember - things will get better. Stay strong.
So here's my promise: I'm changing my ways, I'll try and eat, big or small, each day. Life will get better, I just have to continue to promise myself that eating isn't going to drastically affect my life for the worse - I just have to keep my disorder under control.
Remember - things will get better. Stay strong.
I'm falling apart right now.
Sitting here, the bedroom's freezing cold. This time last night, you were here, we were holding hands. You told me you loved me, and I believed you - I actually believed you. You acted so... casual. We were so comfortable in the most lazy way imaginable.
Honestly, I could not have had a better evening. But then you left, your face was twisted, like you had sprained your ankle.
"Are you okay, beautiful?"
"Mm, fine."
They were the last words you said before you walked out the door into the freezing rain. (You didn't have an umbrella or a jumper, either).
Later, my phone buzzed.
'hey can you call me?'
I rang, I rang and rang until your sleepy, constantly sympathetic voice picked up.
"I have something to tell you, and I need you not to freak out, because I didn't mean to do it. It just... happened."
"What just happened?"
"I cheated on you?"
"How many times?"
"Twice."
I'm so in love, it physically hurts. And now I'm here, wondering what to do. I'm so sick to my stomach with sadness.