bindi

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Joined: October 27, 2011
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 231517
Location: nsw, australia
Gender: F

hi, um i'm india, or indi rather. yeah, 15, pianist, skater, and pillow fight enthusiast, okey doke, 

Quotes by bindi

take a breath and pull yourself together

 


 


eating tiny teddies limb by limb

 

I will not pretend,
I will not put on a smile,
I will not say I'm alright for
you
 

 

 

sometimes people are beautiful
not in looks
not in what they say
just in what they are
 



 

Dear Self Harm,

I want you to know that it is over between us. I know I have said this before, but it has taken me every ounce of courage to say it now. You left when I was eleven and I thought we were through, but then you came crawling back around my thirteenth birthday to show me we were not.

You made my family and friends concerned, and forced me to distance myself from them in order to keep you satisfied. They kept telling me how bad you were for me, but you kept tempting me to come back for more. And I did.

You visited me often, even at unspeakable hours, ready to scream and yell about how much I deserved you and how you were the only one to truly care about me. And that, no matter how much I hated you, I couldn't let you go because I was addicted to the pain you gave me.

You often lied to me, telling me that by listening to you I had control of emotions that I felt I couldn't handle. You kept telling me that the relief you gave me was worth more than the pain before and afterwards. But all you did by lying to me was you led me into a whirlpool of unmanageable guilt, frustration, and self-loathing.

Just in case you're wondering why I'm writing this letter, let me remind you of our fight. Remember how I hadn't seen you for a couple of weeks? And then a few days ago, you visited me while I was in bed? You wouldn't stop yelling at me, no matter how much I yelled back. You only stopped when I did as you told me. Except then you left me all alone. Left me with the tears, the guilt, and the pain of what you had just made me do. You left me all alone, not giving me the usual contentment and short-lived pleasure I felt when I listened to you.

It's going to be hard not being with you anymore, we've been together for five years now. The attachment we had with each other was huge, but it's time to move on. I don't want to be your slave anymore. I don't want to have to look at you when I change my clothes, when I have a shower, in the summer when I go swimming, or when I'm playing sport. Because you disgust me and it disgusts myself that I've put up with you for so long.

I know you won't miss me because you've got plenty of other friends to be with. I just wish you weren't so popular. I hope one day, they too, have the strength to get rid of you and you'll be all alone, just like you've made me feel for the past five years.

You're very enticing, but don't even think about coming back again because this is it. This is the end.

Goodbye.

 



breathe in

breathe out

keep going


 

 
roses are red, but there are also pink, white and yellow varieties.
violets aren't blue, they're violet, hence the name
ive got OCD
and my poetry skills are also lacking.
 
when you're an arms length from surrender,
one breath from caving in,
the whole world tells you to try again.

 
painted smile
chin up from the ground
cant let the weight thats on my shoulders think its gets me down
i'm too broken to be angry
to much pride for tears...

 


 



what a waste of a perfectly
good,clean wrist