I have decided; I'm 1000% done with this life. I'm done with crying
over people who hurt me and make me feel like this. I'm done with
crying over being stupid and irritating. I'm done wth always being
the one with the wrong idea. I'm done with making other people feel
emotions because of me. I'm done with all of it. People don't think
that there is anything wrong with me. So, fine, I'll act like
that's true. I'll act like I don't give a fudge about what they
said, even though it kills me inside. I think this is my final
goodbye. I've set a date, I've waited my turn, and it's almost
time. No-one thinks I'll do it. They all underestimate me. But I
hope this is one of my last quotes. Goodbye, Witty. Have fun.
It's
okay,
I gave up on myself
A long, long time ago.
I gave up on myself
A long, long time ago.
"It's not easy to keep trying,
but it's one good way to grow."
-Mr. Rodgers.
Say something
I'm giving up on you
I'm giving up on you
I want to help people. I want
someone to look at me and say: "Because of you, I didn't give
up."
Dear self,
I shouldn't be afraid to talk to my own mother.
When my mother is the one who brings me down, makes me feel bad about myself, and is usually the one making me cry - I'd say something is wrong.
She's never once told me that she was proud of me and as I sat in my first block class today, I realized that. As I choked back tears I realized I'm still not what she wants.
I haven't talked to my dad in two months. Haven't spoken one word.
My fake happiness is wearing away thin and I really want to finish my self off. I don't see why I should continue. At this point there is nothing left.
I give up trying to make things okay - they never will be.
Sincerely, Hannah
I shouldn't be afraid to talk to my own mother.
When my mother is the one who brings me down, makes me feel bad about myself, and is usually the one making me cry - I'd say something is wrong.
She's never once told me that she was proud of me and as I sat in my first block class today, I realized that. As I choked back tears I realized I'm still not what she wants.
I haven't talked to my dad in two months. Haven't spoken one word.
My fake happiness is wearing away thin and I really want to finish my self off. I don't see why I should continue. At this point there is nothing left.
I give up trying to make things okay - they never will be.
Sincerely, Hannah
Can
I just
be allowed
to give
up right
now??
I always thought night time was
the worst. Turns out, mornings
are the worst. It's in the morning
that you realize you're still here,
you've woken up, and you're still
breathing. You wake up, and
everything feels normal. Then you
are filled with grief. You're
grieving you and your lost
happiness. In the morning, you
realize you're exhausted. From
sleepless nights, tossing, turning,
and emotional toll. You're
exhausted from the problems you
face with people and the ones you
face by yourself. In the morning,
you're forced to drag yourself out
of bed and survive another day.
You realize you have to spend the
rest of the day making everyone
think you're okay, when you're
actually falling apart. So the night
time isn't the worst part at all.
That's when you can finally break
down, and not have to pretend
you're slowly destroying yourself.
