emily8656

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Joined: August 22, 2010
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user id: 121979
Location: Escalon, CA
Gender: F
My Name Is Emily
     I'm 15 Years Old
          I Live In Escalon, California (VERY small town)
               I Absolutely Love This Website :)


 

Quotes by emily8656

I started cutting myself in seventh grade. iI don't know why, maybe because I hate myself or maybe because I like the pain and seeing myself bleed. I just know that I can't stop. I try to, but I get that feeling, like I'm all alone, that no one will ever be there for me, that nobody cares about what happens to me. I know that none of that is true. I know that I have friends and family that love me, but I can't help but feel that they'll shun me or abandon me if I tell them that I'm not alright. Or worst of all, they'll laugh at me and tell me that it will be okay, that I'm just a kid that doesn't have any problems, because I do, I have problems, I get sad and depressed, I break down and cry into my pillow at night, but I put a smile on my face the next day and pretend that I'm not hurting. But just once i want someone to see through it, when I tell them that I'm okay, I want them to look me in the eyes and say "No you're not". Sometimes I just want to unload all my problems on some random stranger that will never see me again, just so I can get it off my chest. I want to tell them that everytime I try to stop hurting myself that depression creeps back up on me and I need to feel something different, something new, so i turn to pain. I don't want to tell my friends or family about it because I don't want them to worry about me. They have their own problems, they don't need to deal with mine. I'm not suicidal, I don't have to courage to commit suicide, but I want to be dead sometimes. I just want to not wake up again, to not have to worry about my problems anymore, to not stress out or break down and start crying where no one can hear me. Most kids my age are worrying about school and relationships, while I'm here worrying about covering up the scars on my arms, legs, hands, and wherever the hell i decide to cut myself next so no one sees them and starts thinking I'm some suicidal freak or some attention-seeker who's just doing this to get noticed, because I'm not, alright? I'm just some messed up girl that really needs someone to talk to, to understand what I'm talking about, what I'm going through. Not someone who will judge me for making the same mistakes. I just need help.
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                             [anybody else do this?]
One day my patience will run out and i will punch you. In the face.   
             
 Just gonna stand there and hear me roar, but that's alright cause I'm a
Dinosaur
 
My Pokemon bring all the nerds to the yard
And they're like,
Do you wanna trade cards?
Damn right, i wanna trade cards
I will trade you, but not my
Charizard.
Never look back
It disracts you from what's happening
now.
 When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin
 
Because in that brief moment
When the coin is in the air
 
 
 You suddenly know what you are hoping for.
 

 
 One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree.
 
"Which road do i take?" She asked.
 
"Where do you want to go?" Was his response.

" I don't know," Alice answered.

"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter". WWasddea 
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Facebook is blue
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