TheDysfunctional

Status: honestly, I am extremely confused on a lot
Joined: January 10, 2013
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 345859
Location: The Amity Compound
Gender: F
    Hey! My name is irrelevant. My age is irrelevant as well.(: Anywho,  I'm quite obsessed with photography. I admit I'm socially awkward, but that's what makes me speacial haha. I fall for people sometimes, but I don't like to admit it, because I'm not sure what love is and I've loved and lost and it hurts so much. I believe things happen for reasons, sometimes we don't know why, but there is always a reason. The only reason I'm alive today is because Jesus died for me to survive.


 
     Reason for creating my witty;
  I'm here to let you know you're not alone. {and yes, also because this site is just amazing.}
     Outlook;
  Everyone is a bit dysfunctional and life 
is just a bit dysfunctional too. So enjoy this weird, crazy, never perfect, reckless, joyful, beautiful, sad, roller coaster, always changing, peaceful, wild life we're all living. This life will be hard, but that's why God gave us simple joys.You have you're own story to write so start now.
Start with your story...
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Photographer | Student  | Brony | Poet | Artist | Reader | Writer | Quote Lover |Silly | Friend | Imperfect :) 

I spent all year protecting myself from liking a guy, but then he shows up aand messes it all up. Mostly, I just hate how fast I'n falling for him.

I'm a teenage girl just living her life. I'm Christian.  I have begun to write a journal of my life and the things I learn daily on an online journal, it's nice to write down how I feel. 
I'm not perfect, or even close. I make mistakes,but that's okay.  I love who I am even though I have days where I just hate myself.

Every morning I wake up and have to tell myself, while I look it in the mirror, "God made a beautiful thing". I actually think it's starting to help, because I smile more now.



My Story( well part of it);
I've changed a lot in 1 year. I used to be jealous of a lot of girls. I used to put myself down all the time. I actually stopped eating for about two months, except for school, but that food didn't stay in me for long. I used to be so hateful to myself and I'd point out other girl's flaws to myself to try and help my self-esteem. I liturally didn't care about anything, but I was really good at acting like I enjoyed life. Over the summer 2012 I stopped pointing out other's flaws and I started telling myself I was worth something. But I still cared so much about what others thought and what my image was. At the beginning of the school year I thought a lot about everything and Now a year later, even if it's not a physical change to other's yet. I am totally different person. (I'm smiling for some dumb reason right now.) I'm so glad I've changed, because that person I was is not me. 




 
So here's some stuff about me! If you read it all I love you! :3 c r e d i t

Updated July 24th;
                                                   Do you know what it's like-

to feel broken?
to feel rejected?
to feel unwanted?
to miss someone so much it hurts?
to be scared of happiness?
to lose everything?
do you honestly know what it's like?
to feel like the people you care the most about don't need you?
to be the second choice for everyone and everything?
because I do.
I live it every single day.
And I'm really trying to be okay, but it's hard.



as of today July 24th it's been a full month without burning. (:
I believe in you darling, because you deserve better.
you are worth it.

 
 

                                                        

Quotes by TheDysfunctional


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Life is a fragile thing, 
no one should mess with it. 
Because if you hold it the wrong way-
it could snap.

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Bucket List #10

Sit in the grass and stargaze with someone i love.
 
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Bucket List #9

Have a silly string war.
 
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Dear Family Members,
 
     Aunt D. I don't understand you. You bully me and critisize me daily. I'm not coming to visit you anylonger, I've decided that today, because I don't need that. I don't need you to tell me how I make up things. Because, of course, one day I jut woke up and thought 'You know what? I'm going to pretend I can't breath when I run to an extent. Yeah, that sounds fun. And I'm going to pretend I can't eat ice cream, because every teenager hates ice cream." You accuse me of stealing from my father, when he gave me the money. You slapped me and told me I was becoming a liar, when I did nothing. You force me to clean your house which I never even go to. I sick of feeling like you rule me. I'm sorry your child isn't good at school, but that doesn't mean you should ridicule me, because I am. It's not my fault that I am the way I am. I want to be a good kid, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you bully me, because guess what? I'm not your toy and I am certainly not your child to discipline. No I didn't stay up texting til 1 am, because I didn't have my phone, that was my iPod and I was listening to music. No you may no longer steal my phone and look through my texts. You are not my ruler and you are not the boss of me. Please leave me alone.

     Dad, I understand things are hard, but please realize that I'm trying my best. I've done everything. I play the sports I hate just because you want me to play. I get good grades and follow every single one of your rules, so I can make thing easier on you. I'm sorry if I'm not perfect and I'm sorry I make mistakes, but I don't think I will ever be perfected. And you need to accept that just like I have. I'd love if you'd notice all the hard work I put into making you happy, but I guess I'm not good enough.

     Mom, thank you for being there and letting me talk to you. I'm sorry I don't tell you how I feel always. It's hard for me to say how I feel, because I don't want to be a burden. Thank you.

     Sister, who I'll not name, I want to say I'm sorry for you, but you're not sorry for what you've done. And I want to forgive you, but I can't forgive you yet. If you're not sorry I don't know if I can forgive you. I hope you realize what is good for you soon and that I want to help you, but I can't. I'm working on forgiving you, but it's hard. I'm sorry.

     Other sister, I'm sorry that i write about love. I'm sorry if I seem depressed. But I am. I'm depressed and I don't want to be, but sometimes it takes over me. I'm sorry I seem sad sometimes, but I am. Sometimes I just have to break. I've been trying to stay strong, but sometimes I can't. I talk about love because I really feel like I'm beginning to peice it together. I don't fully know it, but I think I know what love might be, or at least part of it. That doesn't mean I'm rushing my life, but it does mean I'm trying to figure things out.

     Myself. I'm sorry I don't understand you sometimes. I'm sorry I put you down sometimes, but I want to say that one day you'll be completely happy. I'm sorry I put you down for so long, i know that scarred you. Forget what they say when you feel down, because one day you'll have a smile no ine can erase. You'll find the perfect guy for you, just keep your standards high and don't edit them. (:



Person reading this, Thanks for reading, but I just really needed to write down how I feel. I just had to write down the things I want to say to some people.
 
 

«I'm scared that»
«I'm turning into one of those lovey-dovey girls.»

Guys at my school
say that girls don't really need to wear make up-that we'd all look fine without it.
This kind of gives me some hope. Maybe the guys at my school aren't that caught up in the picture of perfection.
 
I hate getting butterflies in my stomach.
Feeling like you live off of the words of someone else.
Feeling like you're heart beats faster when someone talks to you.
Feeling like when you see their face you can't help but smile like a clown.
It feels like I'm falling and there is no knowing when I will hit the ground.
Like I'm never going to know if someone is there to catch me.
 
 You're not a mistake,

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                  |
                  |     you just made a mistake.


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Rosa Parks 

is famous for being a woman and saying no because she didn't want to move.
Therefore,


I am Rosa Parks

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by the way it's just a joke

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