shawtty
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I love you.
Joined: June 19, 2011
Last Seen: 1 decade
Birthday: May 13
user id: 185082
Location: narnia
Gender: F
Joined: June 19, 2011
Last Seen: 1 decade
Birthday: May 13
user id: 185082
Location: narnia
Gender: F
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Uhh hi. Im lauren. I hate my username but i love One Direction.
And everyone else thats pretty famous.
I like to keep up on that shizznat.
Sooo im not good at these.
FOLLOW ME ON TUMBLAHHHHHHH ... -but only if youre cool enough.
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I follow back c:
Stay strong <3
And everyone else thats pretty famous.
I like to keep up on that shizznat.
Sooo im not good at these.
FOLLOW ME ON TUMBLAHHHHHHH ... -but only if youre cool enough.
listen-just-listen.tumblr.com
I follow back c:
Stay strong <3
Quotes by shawtty
You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in
your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is
shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past
hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page,
but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide
letter. You try again, start over ~ again and again, but you
don’t know where to begin. No one understands you; no one
knows what you’re going through, you’re alone or at
least that’s what you think. Nobody would care if
you’re alive or not, you mean nothing to nobody. It’s
night, and you slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ you whisper
into the darkness. And with that, you take your last breath and end
it all. Nobody cares, right? Well you thought wrong. It’s a
Tuesday the following morning, and when it’s 7:21, your
mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn’t know you
can’t hear her she doesn’t know you’re gone. She
knocks a few more times, calling your name to open up. When there
is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams.
She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room.
Your siblings have already left for school. Your very weak mother
collects all the energy she’s got which is close to nothing
to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying,
squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong,
but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 or 911 with his left
hand while his other one is on your mother’s back. Your
mother blames herself. All those times she had said
‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed at you,
and sent you to your room over something stupid. Your father will
blame himself for not being there for you when you asked for help,
for being away from home at work for long. Nobody cares, right?
8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door; it’s the
school principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the
teacher to the side; all the students worried: what’s going
on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The
popular girl that always called you fat and ugly is now blaming
herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat you
like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy that sits behind
you ~ the one that always threw things at you during class ~
he’s blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself -
for all those times she’d scream at you for forgetting your
homework, or not listening in class. People are crying, screaming,
shocked, in regret of what they did. They’ll all be
devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to before.
Still nobody cares about you, right? Your siblings get home. Your
mother has to tell them that you’re gone; forever. Your
little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s screamed at
you, told you she hated you and stole your stuff ~ always loved
you, and saw you as her hero; her role model. She now starts to
blame herself; why didn’t I do what she told me to do when
she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not
to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets home ~ the boy that
never cries. He’s now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused
your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you.
He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he
doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re
gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right? It has been
over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time.
Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger
management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting
for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you to come back home.
The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know
how to deal with the pain that they’re feeling. Your father
has depression; your mother hasn’t slept for nights
it’s all her fault. She’s been crying and screaming
every night wishing for you to come back. The boy who would always
bother you dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework
now cuts. But nobody cares about you, aren’t I right? Your
mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she
can’t do it. She’s locked herself in your room for two
days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she
can’t she can’t say goodbye to you, not yet, not now.
Never. It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody
comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big
smile is gone; you’re somewhere else. No one knows what to
say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone
misses you. They all wish you’d come back but you
don’t, and you won’t. Still think nobody cares about
you? Think again. Even if people don’t show it, they care
about you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other
day you won’t know just how much you meant to people. If you
kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones
who know you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way
out - but it’s the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it
does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes
people go through tough times in their lives like you’re
probably going through now but bad times come and go. You might not
see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there. No
matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your
life. Take a minute now, and think. If you killed yourself ~ how
would the people that love you feel/go through? Can’t think
of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and more
tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable. If
after reading this you still feel suicidal, there are people that
can help you.
I’m here for you
whenever you need me, and I’ll be more than happy to listen
to you and try to help you feel better. There are teachers,
parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~
they’re all there for you whenever you need them.
remember
there are no
mistakes
only lessons
love yourself
trust your choices
and everything is possible
me :
im going to
sleep
tv : lol but good shows are on
ipod : sleep? wait, is that a
new app?!
sleeping position: lol im not gonna be
comfortable
mind : what's the meaning of life
though ?
tempurature : lol its too hot , nahh now
its cold. . . nvm its hot again
scary noises : oh you said be louder ?
okay.
me :
why .