thechroniclesoftass
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hey guyss. my name's not important to you guys, but i made this witty in hopes nobody i know would ever find it... but i do cut, i've attempted suicide before and obviously failed.. i've had a broken heart for about six months now, and i don't think anyone can fix it. so many people have tried and it's just broken forever i guess..
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it's three months today.
We were in the middle of a meadow,
just like in the movies.
We were having a picnic in the middle of summer.
I had long hair just like I used to, and my brown eyes were extra sparkly today.
I kept laughing and throwing my head back, and you'd laugh and smile with me.
We'd lay down and look up at the blue sky, with a perfect amount of clouds.
And then we'd both look over and just look at each other, really romantic.
But then the scene changes, and it starts raining.
There's thunder, and lightning.
The winds blowing, and you get up, and I run away.
I run all the way home, and I'm scared.
I've never been so afraid in my life.
And you kick my door in, and I'm crying.
Screaming at you, telling you to stop.
I'm under my vanity now, and you just yank me out by my wrist.
And then it happens just like it always does.
You hit me repeatedly, and kick so many times.
My nose and mouth are both bleeding, and I have cuts and bruises everywhere.
I look up at you, still crying.
And you look so angry.
"You ruin everything." You tell me.
I'm shaking and apologizing.
You kick me one last time.
"Piece of sh/t." And then you run out of my room, out of my house.
I crawl over to my window and look out, and you're standing there, with her.
And I wake up, crying. Sometimes screaming and my mom has to come in and calm me down.
I'm 14, my mom shouldn't have to do that.
I keep having these dreams, like four times a week for two weeks or so now.
I don't know why, but it's so scary.
So if you're wondering why I've changed when we're face to face that's probably why.
And I haven't told anyone, because I'd just get lectured about how unhealthy that is.
But what am I supposed to do to fix it? Huh?
Oh yeah, nothing.
At least nothing that I want to do.
We were having a picnic in the middle of summer.
I had long hair just like I used to, and my brown eyes were extra sparkly today.
I kept laughing and throwing my head back, and you'd laugh and smile with me.
We'd lay down and look up at the blue sky, with a perfect amount of clouds.
And then we'd both look over and just look at each other, really romantic.
But then the scene changes, and it starts raining.
There's thunder, and lightning.
The winds blowing, and you get up, and I run away.
I run all the way home, and I'm scared.
I've never been so afraid in my life.
And you kick my door in, and I'm crying.
Screaming at you, telling you to stop.
I'm under my vanity now, and you just yank me out by my wrist.
And then it happens just like it always does.
You hit me repeatedly, and kick so many times.
My nose and mouth are both bleeding, and I have cuts and bruises everywhere.
I look up at you, still crying.
And you look so angry.
"You ruin everything." You tell me.
I'm shaking and apologizing.
You kick me one last time.
"Piece of sh/t." And then you run out of my room, out of my house.
I crawl over to my window and look out, and you're standing there, with her.
And I wake up, crying. Sometimes screaming and my mom has to come in and calm me down.
I'm 14, my mom shouldn't have to do that.
I keep having these dreams, like four times a week for two weeks or so now.
I don't know why, but it's so scary.
So if you're wondering why I've changed when we're face to face that's probably why.
And I haven't told anyone, because I'd just get lectured about how unhealthy that is.
But what am I supposed to do to fix it? Huh?
Oh yeah, nothing.
At least nothing that I want to do.
Don't you ever wonder
how it survives?
how it survives?
"...And it's just terrible. Because here I am one day
thinking I'm special and a month later I hate myself and cut
twice a day. Do you know why? Boys. Boys are dumb."
-A quote from a story I was reading off another website.<3
-A quote from a story I was reading off another website.<3
There's so much I want to vent to you about, but I know
you'll call me dramatic and hate me.
So I just write it on paper and set it on fire.
So I just write it on paper and set it on fire.
you're so bipolar i can't handle you anymore.
i love it when you say something and then deny it and make me look bad.
you're terrible.
i love it when you say something and then deny it and make me look bad.
you're terrible.
This isn't even a fraction my fault.
If you were really my "best friend",
You wouldn't have made out with him in front of my face!
It's one thing to do it with out me there,
But you told me,
And I was strong a while but I couldn't get it out of my head.
You even apologized and SAID what a bad friend you were!
I cried the f///cking bathroom!
He came up and comforted me, and we had a really deep conversation!
And what do you do? You ruin it, because you can't stand the fact that we're friends.
You wanted to hurt me all along, it's so obvious.
So after you apologize, you decide it's okay for you to make out with him again, right there.
While I cry on your floor and you pay no attention to me.
I can't believe you.
You're such a f/// c/nt.
And what really just set me off?
You think it's my f///cking fault that he hates your *ss.
AS IF.
No, he hates you because you play him like he's hide and seek or something.
He is a mother f///cking human being.
"It was an accident." my *ss.
You learn from accidents and mistakes.
You haven't learned anything, because he keeps getting hurt, and then he's okay.
But all of a sudden, you're hurt, and he goes back to you.
You don't deserve him at all.
You're the equivalent to dirt and I hate you.
So don't you dare blame this on me.
It's called being in love, having actual feelings, not wanting to wreck someone's heart.
Crying? Was the right thing to do, even Alex agrees.
And right now, he's doing the best thing for him, trying to let go of you.
Because you'll do nothing but hurt him forever.
I feel sorry for whoever ends up with you.
If you were really my "best friend",
You wouldn't have made out with him in front of my face!
It's one thing to do it with out me there,
But you told me,
And I was strong a while but I couldn't get it out of my head.
You even apologized and SAID what a bad friend you were!
I cried the f///cking bathroom!
He came up and comforted me, and we had a really deep conversation!
And what do you do? You ruin it, because you can't stand the fact that we're friends.
You wanted to hurt me all along, it's so obvious.
So after you apologize, you decide it's okay for you to make out with him again, right there.
While I cry on your floor and you pay no attention to me.
I can't believe you.
You're such a f/// c/nt.
And what really just set me off?
You think it's my f///cking fault that he hates your *ss.
AS IF.
No, he hates you because you play him like he's hide and seek or something.
He is a mother f///cking human being.
"It was an accident." my *ss.
You learn from accidents and mistakes.
You haven't learned anything, because he keeps getting hurt, and then he's okay.
But all of a sudden, you're hurt, and he goes back to you.
You don't deserve him at all.
You're the equivalent to dirt and I hate you.
So don't you dare blame this on me.
It's called being in love, having actual feelings, not wanting to wreck someone's heart.
Crying? Was the right thing to do, even Alex agrees.
And right now, he's doing the best thing for him, trying to let go of you.
Because you'll do nothing but hurt him forever.
I feel sorry for whoever ends up with you.