My
mother found the notebook.
The one with the dark thoughts,
Poems about the depression,
Stories about my cutting,
My suicide attempts.
She found that notebook.
The one that contains my future suicide note.
There are not so very nice things written about her in there.
R.I.P. Lindsey.
Death by mother.
The one with the dark thoughts,
Poems about the depression,
Stories about my cutting,
My suicide attempts.
She found that notebook.
The one that contains my future suicide note.
There are not so very nice things written about her in there.
R.I.P. Lindsey.
Death by mother.
My mind is not where it should be.
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every
day
so my little brother just asked me if Bill Gates was a
singer...
Nothing annoys me more than
when someone expects you to be okay with something that they wouldn't be okay with
if you did it. Like ever.
Dear Witty Diary, #11
It's been about a year and a half, Witty.
I can say that a lot of things have changed since I last been on here.
I've reconnected with my old friends, some who I've never thought I'd be friends with again,
I've made new friends, some who I'd never thought I be friends with,
and I'm finally breaking out of my shell.
I guess one thing that hasn't changed is that I'm still in like with my best friend (who isn't really my best friend anymore).
I don't know what else to say, but I'm going to promise myslef one thing:
to finally tell him this school year, even if it means breaking my heart.
With love,
my_silent_whispers.
July 5th, 2014. 12:50 A.M.
July 5th, 2014. 12:50 A.M.
RANT RANT RANT RANT RANT
whenever I see a about how someone 'needs to get off witty'
my respect for the user who wrote the quote ABSOLUTELY DISAPPEARS.
who do you think you are to tell someone they NEED to leave? this isn't your website, you're not a moderator, and you are certainly not the voice of everyone on witty. you know what that is? cyber bullying. so they're fake, or they bullied you? you think the most mature and effective way to deal with the problem is make a quote about them or to try get a ton of people to report them? what the hell? that is the most ridiculous thing i've ever heard. so yeah, if i see anyone saying someone needs to 'get off witty', that 'no-one wants them here', that they're just making the website worse or that they aren't welcome, you know what? i dont' care who you are - i'm gonna call you out on it. don't speak for me, and don't cyberbully people and assume you'll be backed. i don't care what's happened between you. if i see cyber-bullying, you'll be called out on it. if you have a message for a user, tell it to them. don't make some smart-as.s quote about them. as far as i'm concerned, that's nothing but a di.ck move.
how dare you?
grow the hell up.
/this isn't directed at anyone in particular, but if it applies to you maybe take it on board idk ?????? (thats saracastic idk if u can tell)
god damn. how old are you guys, ffs. *angry angry angry*
... I'm sorry but I still can't believe there are people over the
age of 9 who still can't tell the difference between "your" and
"you're."
wait two hours ago it said I had 57 comment points and now it's dropped down by 11 what did I do
but people aren't just puzzles
that can be created and taken apart, because with puzzles you can
tell when a piece is missing - you spot a gape and you have a
vague idea as to what piece is missing - people aren't like
that. we are sand, we consist of hundreds of thousands of
molecules, we are several hundred million grains of sand and
sometimes a grain will fall from the sculpture that is our bodies
and our souls. with time we wither as the ocean soaks into our
frame and soon we start to sag, the grains collapse and crumple -
some fall off in chunks - but we do not notice because we consist
of so many little pieces that one grain will not be missed. until
one day, after several million grains of sand - several million
grains of you - have crumpled and been washed away by the ocean
do you start to feel empty, and you notice this gape within you
and you have no idea as to when or even how you had lost this
part of yourself, you cannot find it because it consisted of many
pieces and it is so very small. it has no shape, it is just a
mass of nothing, and you crawl along the floor in a vain attempt
to find all your missing pieces but they all look the same and is
this piece even yours or are you stealing someone else's
missing grains of sand? we do not consist of five hundred pieces
of cardboard cut into geometric shapes, we are sand and we erode
at a pace so slow we do not even realise we are missing chunks of
ourselves until the ocean has eaten everything that makes us who
we are.
