Opium

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Joined: August 25, 2012
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Gender: F
my vent account. 

Quotes by Opium



It's called Christmas for a reason.


I've lost 13 pounds since September.
It's no use, though.
I still hate my body.
I still hate myself.
I'M A MESS.
stop f.cking complaining about your life. i'd give anything to be you.
my inability to make friends is tearing me apart.
I am so sick of you. I'm sick of you lying to me all the fūcking time. I'm sick of you pretending that you give a quarter of an ounce of shìt about me. We were best friends, and now we can't even have a normal conversation. And I can't stand you anymore. I can't stand how much of a poser you've become. How much of an attention seeker. You've turned into one of them. And I really hate you for it. So when you're boyfriend breaks your heart, and your "friends" turn their backs on you, I won't be there. I will not, just like you weren't there for me this entire past year, when my world came tumbling down.



If your friend on the internet talked you out of suicide, or these quotes on witty took away your suicidal thoughts, then you're probably not even suicidal in the first place. Stop seeking attention and work on yourself.






 






 Don't you dare say you have it as bad as I do. You don't. You have not been through a quarter of what I have. You can't even compare.
 Because when you're out partying, I'm dealing with the train wreck that is my family, my life; with my sick grandfather, and my disappointed mother and my abusive father and my careless, inconsiderate siblings. I'm always left there having to take care of everyone, including myself. My self destructive, self loathing self.  And I'm busy dealing with the fact that while you, my best friend, are out partying on a Saturday night, I'm sitting muzzled up in a closet, pitying myself and hating my life. 








 



I constantly find myself feeling terribly nosalgic for my freshman and sophomore years. I wish I could just go back. Things were so much better back then and I wasn't so fu.cked up. Things weren't so fu.cked up. My freshman year was great. Things were great. I had a boyfriend, plenty of friends, good grades, a good family, and no "issues". But then one thing led to another and things got really bad for a while. But then things got good again, even though a few bad habits lingered around. My sophomore year was great. I made plenty of new friends and new memories and I got over a really difficult part of my life, even though my grandpa died and my uncle got cancer and my best friend turned her back on me. But those years were good.  
And now I'm a junior. And things are bad. Things are very bad. And I don't think they'll be "good" again for a really long time. 



 
so much lost potential in a girl so lost