LostInDestruction
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You Me At Six. ;) Need I say more?
Joined: October 7, 2011
Last Seen: 1 decade
Birthday: December 21
user id: 224475
Location: West Midlands, England
Gender: F
Joined: October 7, 2011
Last Seen: 1 decade
Birthday: December 21
user id: 224475
Location: West Midlands, England
Gender: F
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Halloooooooo. I'm Danielle. I'm sixteen years old. An average red haired, blue eyed, pale skinned weirdo. Currently a college stuuuudent ;D Livin' in Walsall, England, where the only 'sun' we get is a newspaper Born on 21st December. Total music freeeeeak. Lovin bands like Marianas Trench, Sleeping With Sirens, You Me At Six, My Chemical Romance, Bullet For My Valentine and Linkin Park. Just to name a few. I don't come on Witty as much as I used to. I don't talk as much either. But, if you wanna talk, drop me a comment on here? Dannii no bitey. (': Mm kayy? Bai, bai now.
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Never knew I'd ever come out of my shell
A few months ago, I was a small, shy self-harmer.
I've started to grow up a little.
And my confidence is starting to grow.
I've started to perform infront of people.
I started off with 4/5 people listening to me sing.
And on 24th May 2013, I sang in front of the whole of my year,
this was during our leavers ceremony.
It's help rekindle my love of singing.
Maybe I'll start to become a bit more confident and start to shine
So, the last time I
was on here was in January...
And alot has changed
since then.
I should introduce myself again.
Hai, I'm Danielle, sixteen. Ex-selfharmer.
Ye, that's right. Haven't cut since the end of
January.
Recovering bulimic.
And crazily in love with the most amazing guy I've ever
met.
I remember the last time I was here.
I was a real damn mess.
I cut, I tore myself apart every single day.
I'm better now. Alot better.
I'm in a great relationship, I've managed to stop burning
my arms.
On facebook, I'm an admin on a pretty good page [Andy
Biersack's Secret British Accent Society.]
I'm pretty close to being back on track.
Yes, I still smoke, but that's the next thing I'm going
to battle, when I turn seventeen at the end of this year.
I'm pretty.... proud of myself.
It feels nice.
So to my 100+ followers, let's just say you guys are going to
have to put up with me again.
But not the misrerable me. The happy Danielle.
The Danielle who's proud of herself....
Sometimes, I feel like I don't fit in.
All my friends have crushes on boys they know.
Or they're dating boys they know.
They're pretty, funny, confident.
Me? I'm not dating.
I'm not crushing on anyone.
I'm not confident.
I'm small, nerdy, musical and angry.
I just don't fit in anymore.
All my friends have crushes on boys they know.
Or they're dating boys they know.
They're pretty, funny, confident.
Me? I'm not dating.
I'm not crushing on anyone.
I'm not confident.
I'm small, nerdy, musical and angry.
I just don't fit in anymore.
Find out if I'm through to Britain's Got Talent either
next month or in March.
I'm not denying that I'm scared... but I'm really excited too.
If you guys wanna check out my singing, the links down below are the only two covers I've done, i'm doing some more soon.
Thank you if you check them out:
Her Bright Skies - Little Miss Obvious [my very first cover]:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrYym-qkFYU
You Me At Six - Firework [My second cover]:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeTCqlh53fw
I'm not denying that I'm scared... but I'm really excited too.
If you guys wanna check out my singing, the links down below are the only two covers I've done, i'm doing some more soon.
Thank you if you check them out:
Her Bright Skies - Little Miss Obvious [my very first cover]:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrYym-qkFYU
You Me At Six - Firework [My second cover]:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeTCqlh53fw
Haven't been on Witty in just over a month
I've been trying to sort my life out...
And failed epically.
I turned sixteen on 21st December.
I thought 'Yeah, sixteen, finally. Going to be amazing.'
How wrong was I?
In the past month, I still smoke,
I've managed to get myself suspeneded from school,
There is no relationship what-so-ever between my mother and I,
And I cut... I lost the urge to stop cutting.
I gave up on myself.
I highly doubt I'll get into college now.
Maybe I'm destined to be a failiure.
Maybe my life ends here....
I've been trying to sort my life out...
And failed epically.
I turned sixteen on 21st December.
I thought 'Yeah, sixteen, finally. Going to be amazing.'
How wrong was I?
In the past month, I still smoke,
I've managed to get myself suspeneded from school,
There is no relationship what-so-ever between my mother and I,
And I cut... I lost the urge to stop cutting.
I gave up on myself.
I highly doubt I'll get into college now.
Maybe I'm destined to be a failiure.
Maybe my life ends here....
The colour Red
A self harmer's confession
Chapter 2
When I started selfharming, back in 2008, alot was new to me. I had just left primary school. I was about to start secondary school in that year. I always used to be the happy, chubby kid. Always smiling, always laughing. 2008 was the year I started feeling insecure about my weight. I was the heaviest in primary. In those days, I didn't really care. I was bullied about my weight. I dismissed it as jealousy.
When I started secondary school in September 2008, I knew things were going to be different. I didn't realise how different. In Year 7, things started getting to me more. I tried to fit in. I didn't. At all. I was smart, which I hated. People say going 'smart' is a good thing. I don't see it like that. I saw it as a negative. Still do. People called me 'fatty' 'ugly' 'freak'. Told me to go 'kill myself.' I was used to it. I thought things would change, but as I got on the bus and cried my eyes out. I knew that it wasn't changing. I didn't even look forward to going home. My younger brother, the one a year younger than Jay, would be full of smiles.
'DanDan!' he'd smile at me. I could never bring myself to smile back.
'How was school?' my mum would ask.
'Mm' I'd reply.
Nobody could get a word out of me. I just acted like a robot, to keep things looking normal. Watch TV with Mum and Kieran, eat my tea. As soon as I could escape, I would. Blast my music up as loud as I could get away with.
And I picked up my scissors. And cut. Until my arm was coloured red with scratches. Until my right wrist her so badly, I couldn't feel the mental pain in my head. I could hear the words, forever drumming in my ears. This became my school routine. In my heart, I truely believed there was nowhere to escape from the pain i felt.
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Authors note: This is actually a true story. My story, in fact. I'm doing a mini story for Self Harm Awareness in school. Sharing it with you guys is, um, hard for me, it's a brave thing for me to do. But I'd love you guys to read and possibly fave for more!
Authors note 2: Just to point out, I'm using my real name for this. Any other person's name is changed. So if you want to search me on fb to add me nd talk to me about my story, as I'm hardly on witty, go ahead and look! My dp's me and my younger brother.
A self harmer's confession
Chapter 2
When I started selfharming, back in 2008, alot was new to me. I had just left primary school. I was about to start secondary school in that year. I always used to be the happy, chubby kid. Always smiling, always laughing. 2008 was the year I started feeling insecure about my weight. I was the heaviest in primary. In those days, I didn't really care. I was bullied about my weight. I dismissed it as jealousy.
When I started secondary school in September 2008, I knew things were going to be different. I didn't realise how different. In Year 7, things started getting to me more. I tried to fit in. I didn't. At all. I was smart, which I hated. People say going 'smart' is a good thing. I don't see it like that. I saw it as a negative. Still do. People called me 'fatty' 'ugly' 'freak'. Told me to go 'kill myself.' I was used to it. I thought things would change, but as I got on the bus and cried my eyes out. I knew that it wasn't changing. I didn't even look forward to going home. My younger brother, the one a year younger than Jay, would be full of smiles.
'DanDan!' he'd smile at me. I could never bring myself to smile back.
'How was school?' my mum would ask.
'Mm' I'd reply.
Nobody could get a word out of me. I just acted like a robot, to keep things looking normal. Watch TV with Mum and Kieran, eat my tea. As soon as I could escape, I would. Blast my music up as loud as I could get away with.
And I picked up my scissors. And cut. Until my arm was coloured red with scratches. Until my right wrist her so badly, I couldn't feel the mental pain in my head. I could hear the words, forever drumming in my ears. This became my school routine. In my heart, I truely believed there was nowhere to escape from the pain i felt.
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Authors note: This is actually a true story. My story, in fact. I'm doing a mini story for Self Harm Awareness in school. Sharing it with you guys is, um, hard for me, it's a brave thing for me to do. But I'd love you guys to read and possibly fave for more!
Authors note 2: Just to point out, I'm using my real name for this. Any other person's name is changed. So if you want to search me on fb to add me nd talk to me about my story, as I'm hardly on witty, go ahead and look! My dp's me and my younger brother.
The colour Red
A self harmer's confession
Chapter 1
My name is Danielle Page and I have a confession.
I am fifteen years old, going on sixteen in just under 4 weeks. I have been selfharming since I was eleven years old. I don't know why I do it. I keep saying it's my past, when in reality, I don't understand why I do it.
As well as a rubbish past, I suffer from ADHD, so I have behavioral problems. I hate it. It makes me feel different from others. Makes me feel like I don't belong here.
I tried overdosing on 22nd July 2012 and nearly succeeded. I also smoke ciggarettes and used to smoke cannabis.
My life is a mess, basically. Pain sometimes feels like an escape for me.
I remember the day I first started self harming. My mother and first stepdad had just split up. I remember sitting on my bed, crying. I was young, still so naieve. I felt like I was being punished. I'd already lost my baby brother five years earlier, so I felt like I was everything was against me.
I remember reaching for the school kit I'd brought that morning, thinking of the silver bladed, black handled scissors in there. I thought 'If God wanted to punish me for whatever I'd done, I might aswell help Him.'
So I opened the scissor blades and took a deep, shuddery breath. I held the blade against my wrist and dragged. The scissors weren't very sharp, but they were enough to make a mark. I didn't even cry or gasp from the pain. I kept dragging the scissors across until my wrists were scratched. I heard people coming into the house, making me jump. The scissors clattered to the floor. I didn't pick them up, I stood in the middle of the room, completely numb.
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Authors note: This is actually a true story. My story, in fact. I'm doing a mini story for Self Harm Awareness in school. Sharing it with you guys is, um, hard for me, it's a brave thing for me to do. But I'd love you guys to read and possibly fave for more!
Authors note 2: Just to point out, I'm using my real name for this. Any other person's name is changed. So if you want to search me on fb to add me nd talk to me about my story, as I'm hardly on witty, go ahead and look! My dp's the same as my Witty pic
A self harmer's confession
Chapter 1
My name is Danielle Page and I have a confession.
I am fifteen years old, going on sixteen in just under 4 weeks. I have been selfharming since I was eleven years old. I don't know why I do it. I keep saying it's my past, when in reality, I don't understand why I do it.
As well as a rubbish past, I suffer from ADHD, so I have behavioral problems. I hate it. It makes me feel different from others. Makes me feel like I don't belong here.
I tried overdosing on 22nd July 2012 and nearly succeeded. I also smoke ciggarettes and used to smoke cannabis.
My life is a mess, basically. Pain sometimes feels like an escape for me.
I remember the day I first started self harming. My mother and first stepdad had just split up. I remember sitting on my bed, crying. I was young, still so naieve. I felt like I was being punished. I'd already lost my baby brother five years earlier, so I felt like I was everything was against me.
I remember reaching for the school kit I'd brought that morning, thinking of the silver bladed, black handled scissors in there. I thought 'If God wanted to punish me for whatever I'd done, I might aswell help Him.'
So I opened the scissor blades and took a deep, shuddery breath. I held the blade against my wrist and dragged. The scissors weren't very sharp, but they were enough to make a mark. I didn't even cry or gasp from the pain. I kept dragging the scissors across until my wrists were scratched. I heard people coming into the house, making me jump. The scissors clattered to the floor. I didn't pick them up, I stood in the middle of the room, completely numb.
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Authors note: This is actually a true story. My story, in fact. I'm doing a mini story for Self Harm Awareness in school. Sharing it with you guys is, um, hard for me, it's a brave thing for me to do. But I'd love you guys to read and possibly fave for more!
Authors note 2: Just to point out, I'm using my real name for this. Any other person's name is changed. So if you want to search me on fb to add me nd talk to me about my story, as I'm hardly on witty, go ahead and look! My dp's the same as my Witty pic
The colour Red
A self harmer's confession
Prologue
I shuffle into my bedroom, wrists stinging from pain. I silently take my black and pink, long sleeved Dozy Cow jammies off my bedside table. I try not to yell from pain as I pull my bleeding wrist through the sleeve. It's midnight and I don't want to wake either of my grandparents up.
They'd see the blood, get suspicious. I had to keep my pain a secret.
I pull my glasses from my face and just drop them on the floor, as I look at an image of me, Hannah, Sofie and Allie.
I crawl under my duvet and hold my head in my hands as tears fall down my face.
'Sorry guys, I've let you down. Broken my promise.' I whisper.
And I sit there and sob softly to myself until sleep eventually came and took me away from reality.
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Authors note: This is actually a true story. My story, in fact. I'm doing a mini story for Self Harm Awareness in school. Sharing it with you guys is, um, hard for me, it's a brave thing for me to do. But I'd love you guys to read and possibly fave for more!
A self harmer's confession
Prologue
I shuffle into my bedroom, wrists stinging from pain. I silently take my black and pink, long sleeved Dozy Cow jammies off my bedside table. I try not to yell from pain as I pull my bleeding wrist through the sleeve. It's midnight and I don't want to wake either of my grandparents up.
They'd see the blood, get suspicious. I had to keep my pain a secret.
I pull my glasses from my face and just drop them on the floor, as I look at an image of me, Hannah, Sofie and Allie.
I crawl under my duvet and hold my head in my hands as tears fall down my face.
'Sorry guys, I've let you down. Broken my promise.' I whisper.
And I sit there and sob softly to myself until sleep eventually came and took me away from reality.
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Authors note: This is actually a true story. My story, in fact. I'm doing a mini story for Self Harm Awareness in school. Sharing it with you guys is, um, hard for me, it's a brave thing for me to do. But I'd love you guys to read and possibly fave for more!
I'll never forget November 19th 2012
My boyfriend and I were sitting in my kitchen.
Me on the table, him on a chair, doing a wordsearch.
'I love you, babe' I said.
He looked up at me and smiled.
'Marry me?' he asked, quietly.
I went quiet.
We went to the garage to be on our own.
I phoned our close friend, Casper.
Turned away from my boyfriend to pick something up.
I turned back around to look at him.
He was on one knee.
'Marry me?'' he asked again.
I smiled and nodded.
He wrapped his arms around me.
'My wife' he whispered.
'No, fiancee' I replied.
He kissed my head.
'I prefer wife' he smiled.
Taking my ex back...
And hoping it's second time lucky.
We actually know eachother better.
We're practically best friends now.
When we split up, we had no idea we'd get back together 3 months later.
I could feel myself falling for him a little more everyday.
And I liked the feeling of it.
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