ocean pixie*
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loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself
Joined: June 23, 2013
Last Seen: 5 years
Birthday: August 14
user id: 363999
Gender: F
Joined: June 23, 2013
Last Seen: 5 years
Birthday: August 14
user id: 363999
Gender: F
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well, witty. it's been fun, but i no longer have time to spend on this lovely little website. most of my witty friends have come and gone, except for a few who check in occasionally.
feel free to contact me on any of my social media accounts:
instagram: sydneyntb
snapchat: iamthesydney
tumblr: oceanpixie
ocean pixie*'s Favorite Quotes
HAPPY FIVE YEAR WITTY ANNIVERSARY TO MEEEE :-)
LOL NOT MANY PEOPLE ARE AROUND TO READ THIS BUT SPECIAL THANKS TO @SKIMRANDE, @GABIKK, @BAUBLEFAERY, @IRRESTIBLE, @AGAINSTNOONE, @GIROUXTIFUL, @FIXMEEV3RAFTERMASTER604, @AMENAH AND ALL THE LEGENDS I INTERACTED WITH, ALL MY OLD FRIENDS (UNMENTIONED BUT UNFORGOTTEN), ANYONE WHO REGULARLY LIKED OR LIKES MY QUOTES (@Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R), AND ALWAYS AND FOREVER STEVE ♥
I'M SHOOTING FOR A SIXTH YEAR HERE BC I'M TOO LAZY TO WRITE DOWN MY FEELINGS IN A JOURNAL AND I LIKE SHOWING PPL UP WITH NICE FORMATS
LOL NOT MANY PEOPLE ARE AROUND TO READ THIS BUT SPECIAL THANKS TO @SKIMRANDE, @GABIKK, @BAUBLEFAERY, @IRRESTIBLE, @AGAINSTNOONE, @GIROUXTIFUL, @FIXMEEV3RAFTERMASTER604, @AMENAH AND ALL THE LEGENDS I INTERACTED WITH, ALL MY OLD FRIENDS (UNMENTIONED BUT UNFORGOTTEN), ANYONE WHO REGULARLY LIKED OR LIKES MY QUOTES (@Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R), AND ALWAYS AND FOREVER STEVE ♥
I'M SHOOTING FOR A SIXTH YEAR HERE BC I'M TOO LAZY TO WRITE DOWN MY FEELINGS IN A JOURNAL AND I LIKE SHOWING PPL UP WITH NICE FORMATS
I’m strange when it comes to making friendships. I’m
always a bit too awkward, too loud or too quiet– but I’m
always watching. I people watch, I learn their body language, I
try to pick up flags here and there, I study the things our lips
can’t say, I study the way your soul moves from place to place
without making the slightest sound.
1:03am
every facet of my head hurts--my mind, my jaw, my ears, my eyes are on fire. my stomach is churning. i'm hunched over, sitting on a chair in my kitchen, staring at the medicine cabinet. i just want it to stop.
1:47am
i am holding a bottle of pills. my hand is shaking, causing the capsules to rattle. my face is contorted, my eyebrows are permanently furrowed. the fan above me creates a buzzing noise that blocks out any voice of reason i could be hearing.
2:28am
the bottle is on the floor, the cap is broken off. all the pills are gone. my shaking has gotten worse. i've started sweating, and drops of it sting my eyes. they blur my vision. i don't care. i feel like i'm going to lose everything i've eaten today. i pound my fist on my thigh, and the bruises that are already there scream. i grit my teeth.
3:52am
my jaw aches worse than ever. my abdomen is sore. i'm gasping curses on myself. i've thrown up four times. i might pass out if i do it again. there was a time i would've died rather than vomit. i wish i was dead. wasn't that the whole point?
5:00am
i am asleep on the bathroom floor. my toothbrush is laying on the side of the sink, next to an open tube of toothpaste. my dreams are black.
5:57am
i cough myself awake. my skin looks dead. my toes are numb. my throat is raw. i take a shallow breath and stand up. my legs are wobbly. my body aches from sleeping on the hard tile. i force myself to take a shower. i try not to look at myself in the mirror.
6:30am
my back is against my matress. judy garland is playing from my ipod. her voice soothes me. i unclench my fists. i will be okay. i will be okay. i will be okay.
every facet of my head hurts--my mind, my jaw, my ears, my eyes are on fire. my stomach is churning. i'm hunched over, sitting on a chair in my kitchen, staring at the medicine cabinet. i just want it to stop.
1:47am
i am holding a bottle of pills. my hand is shaking, causing the capsules to rattle. my face is contorted, my eyebrows are permanently furrowed. the fan above me creates a buzzing noise that blocks out any voice of reason i could be hearing.
2:28am
the bottle is on the floor, the cap is broken off. all the pills are gone. my shaking has gotten worse. i've started sweating, and drops of it sting my eyes. they blur my vision. i don't care. i feel like i'm going to lose everything i've eaten today. i pound my fist on my thigh, and the bruises that are already there scream. i grit my teeth.
3:52am
my jaw aches worse than ever. my abdomen is sore. i'm gasping curses on myself. i've thrown up four times. i might pass out if i do it again. there was a time i would've died rather than vomit. i wish i was dead. wasn't that the whole point?
5:00am
i am asleep on the bathroom floor. my toothbrush is laying on the side of the sink, next to an open tube of toothpaste. my dreams are black.
5:57am
i cough myself awake. my skin looks dead. my toes are numb. my throat is raw. i take a shallow breath and stand up. my legs are wobbly. my body aches from sleeping on the hard tile. i force myself to take a shower. i try not to look at myself in the mirror.
6:30am
my back is against my matress. judy garland is playing from my ipod. her voice soothes me. i unclench my fists. i will be okay. i will be okay. i will be okay.
10:07pm
i need to remind
myself
to stop making my
presence on social media so important to me and to stop letting
it determine my worth. i didn't get a lot of likes on a
picture? so what? i barely ever get comments on my pictures and
if i do they aren't from guys? so what? half my followers
don't like my shít because they don't like what
i post? so fưcking what. i know i am worth a lot more than a
bunch of pictures, statuses, videos, and posts. i am worth more
than followers, likes, comments, and notes. there is so much
more to me besides what i post about myself on the internet and
i am so blessed to have people in my life who appreciate my
true self. meanwhile half the people out there with 20k
instagram followers and guys constantly sliding in their dms
are actually lonely as fưck and are wishing someone could be
there for them, are wishing there was someone out there who
really understood them and could talk to them about anything. i
am more than my social media self. i am a person with hopes,
dreams, ambitions, fears, quirks and experiences, all of which
people on social media could never know. i will post what i
want, do what i want and not care how people react because in
the grand scheme of things i know the importance of others
reactions will always be microscopic.