You're going to do something amazing Emily! I can tell. You are a smart girl and you have ambition, something a lot of people lack. You have a determined spirit and I know you're going to use it. Maybe you won't change the world. Maybe you won't impact others today, tomorrow, next week, next month. But you definitely make a difference and one day you'll see it. Right now might just be your time to grow and be fed, but one day you'll be teaching others and giving out what you know.
People always want to know what it feels like, so I’ll tell you: there’s a sting when you first slice, and then your heart speeds up when you see the blood, because you know you’ve done something you shouldn’t have, and yet you’ve gotten away with it. Then you sort of go into a trance, because it’s truly dazzling—that bright red line, like a highway route on a map that you want to follow to see where it leads. And—God—the sweet release, that’s the best way I can describe it, kind of like a balloon that’s tied to a little kid’s hand, which somehow breaks free and floats into the sky. You just know that balloon is thinking, Ha, I don’t belong to you after all; and at the same time, Do they have any idea how beautiful the view is from up here? And then the balloon remembers, after the fact, that it has a wicked fear of heights.
When reality kicks in, you grab some toilet paper or a paper towel (better than a washcloth, because the stains don’t ever come out 100 percent) and you press hard against the cut. You can feel your embarrassment; it’s a backbeat underneath your pulse. Whatever relief there was a minute ago congeals, like cold gravy, into a fist in the pit of your stomach. You literally make yourself sick, because you promised yourself last time would be the last time, and once again, you’ve let yourself down. So you hide the evidence of your weakness under layers of clothes long enough to cover the cuts, even if it’s summertime and no one is wearing jeans or long sleeves. You throw the bloody tissues into the toilet and watch the water go pink before you flush them into oblivion, and you wish it were really that easy.
Well, I'm not one of those who will just keep scrolling. There is meaning to life, there always has been. The meaning of my life is to be here to help others be happy, thats why I have so much empathy. Your meaning? Thats for you to decide. Think about what you do, everyday. You help others, you laugh, you do kind things in order to make people smile. And you know what? Thats enough to make someone's day, just like those things make YOU happier when people do them for you. Life is never meaningless, there is meaning to it- and I think that is to be happy, and help others to be happy. Yeah, people spend their whole lives searching for happiness, but we feel joy everyday. Who is to say that isnt happiness? And to people, you mean the world. Your family and friends depend on you. Those of us on witty would miss you, including me. I haven't gotten to know you well, but I wouldn't mind if I did! You think no one would cry? Trust me, people would. I would, and so would SO many others. You always read those stories people put on witty, you read all over the place. Everyone blames themselves, and feels terribly. Just remember that people would care. Everyone feels alone, at one point or another.. thing is though, you arent. You have us on witty, you have friends, you could have me- just a few examples. Dont doubt yourself, in the very least you shall be remembered by those who you touched with your presence! :) If you ever wanna talk, im here<3
I have anxiety too. Mine is mainly from stress and over thinking. I feel like it's better than depression, because there are ways to forget about anxiety for a bit.
@whereismymind @obsessingoverfictionalcharacters
I. Know. Right. That's all I have to say to you guys. I took a quiz online to see which girl in percy jackson i was most like and i got Bianca :) yay! Anyway, the really sad thing here is that the quote is from memory -.- im a geek. oh well!!
When reality kicks in, you grab some toilet paper or a paper towel (better than a washcloth, because the stains don’t ever come out 100 percent) and you press hard against the cut. You can feel your embarrassment; it’s a backbeat underneath your pulse. Whatever relief there was a minute ago congeals, like cold gravy, into a fist in the pit of your stomach. You literally make yourself sick, because you promised yourself last time would be the last time, and once again, you’ve let yourself down. So you hide the evidence of your weakness under layers of clothes long enough to cover the cuts, even if it’s summertime and no one is wearing jeans or long sleeves. You throw the bloody tissues into the toilet and watch the water go pink before you flush them into oblivion, and you wish it were really that easy.
There you go... I just copied it
@TheDysfunctional
I. Know. Right. That's all I have to say to you guys. I took a quiz online to see which girl in percy jackson i was most like and i got Bianca :) yay! Anyway, the really sad thing here is that the quote is from memory -.- im a geek. oh well!!