CarterTheKittyKat
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Be who you are, Not who others want you to be!
Joined: January 12, 2014
Last Seen: 2 years
user id: 377554
Location: Dublin, Ireland
Gender: F
Joined: January 12, 2014
Last Seen: 2 years
user id: 377554
Location: Dublin, Ireland
Gender: F
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Hai, Im Carter!
So Basically,
Age is just a number,
I live in my dreams,
and i like Nutella :)
So Basically,
Age is just a number,
I live in my dreams,
and i like Nutella :)
CarterTheKittyKat's Favorite Quotes
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 breathe 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 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 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, and everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives, alike what you're 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 and 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. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors - they’re all there for you whenever you need them.
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 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 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, and everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives, alike what you're 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 and 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. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors - they’re all there for you whenever you need them.
Tell me, Should I give up? I could end it all right now.
I just don't know if I'm brave enough to do it.
'Cause there's gotta be a better way than suicide.
Try to wait it out, give it time, you'll be fine.
But it's been so long and I still haven't been able to get rid
of all the thoughts that I feel inside. So sick, so angry, so mad
and to top it off no one even knows that"
Hey
you,
I know your heart is hurting. I know
you feel like nobody understands. I know you feel alone in your
struggle. I know you're tired of pretending
like everything is OK. You tell people you're
fine, but on the inside you're screaming out for help. While
the world is having their silent night, you're having your
silent battle. The thought of tomorrow doesn't bring you joy
because you feel your best days were in your yesterdays. Your
eyes are heavy, but your soul is peace-less. Dreams only hurt
more so sleep has become your enemy. Fear drives your thoughts,
not faith. The fear life won't get better. The fear
loneliness will never leave your presence. The fear your prayers
aren't received. The fear this pain will only end by death.
So suicide has become your next step that I'm begging you not
to take. DON'T YOU LET FEAR TAKE YOUR LIFE. Be thankful for
your struggle because it's making you stronger than ever. I
know you can't see it right now, but you surviving everything
you've been through is going to be HOPE for so many lives.
This world needs you. Find the FAITH to keep fighting. It will
get better. I love you. Victory is yours.
Trent Shelton
Its
for attention right?
She cuts herself for attention didn't she?
She thinks of suicide every day. She starves herself.She cries herself to sleep. She's Broken.....
But it's all for attention right?Its for attention right?
She cuts herself for attention didn't she?
She thinks of suicide every day. She starves herself.She cries herself to sleep. She's Broken.....
But it's all for attention right?
She cuts herself for attention didn't she?
She thinks of suicide every day. She starves herself.She cries herself to sleep. She's Broken.....
But it's all for attention right?Its for attention right?
She cuts herself for attention didn't she?
She thinks of suicide every day. She starves herself.She cries herself to sleep. She's Broken.....
But it's all for attention right?
So theres this guy.
I've liked him for a really long time.
And hes finally noticed me.
And its so real.
Its so beautiful.
He makes me happy, already.
He makes the pain go away.
Everything he says....
its real.
and beautiful.
and perfect.
And i dont want it to end.
I love it.
And its early.
And it might be stupid.
But is it stupid,
To feel,
Like,
Love?
I've liked him for a really long time.
And hes finally noticed me.
And its so real.
Its so beautiful.
He makes me happy, already.
He makes the pain go away.
Everything he says....
its real.
and beautiful.
and perfect.
And i dont want it to end.
I love it.
And its early.
And it might be stupid.
But is it stupid,
To feel,
Like,
Love?
She called me
butterfly
because she
knew
I would not live too long
I would not live too long
So I've been on Witty for three years.
I was 13 when I found this place.
Here I am, nearly 17, and still making quotes.
Here on Witty, not only have I met
some amazing people, one of which
is one of my best friends, I love
coming on here and reading
what everyone has to say. Witty isn't as
active as it used to be.
Quotes would get 500 and higher faves,
now they barely reach 50. But I refuse
to leave because of that. Witty has been
my home ever since I was in eighth
grade, an awkward Belieber who
thought I'd found real friends.
Fast forward nearly 550 quotes
and 350 followers later, I'm in eleventh
grade, I'm slowly finding myself,
I'm a die-hard Swiftie, and I have
finally found people who love
me and respect me. Through writing quotes and
making friends and making friends, Witty has
helped me through hard times
and cheered for me with the good.
So Witty, I thank you. Thanks for an awesome
three years, and I hope there
will be plenty more to come.
Why is she a strong girl?
Because she walks around
every day on the verge
of tears, and you don't
even have the slightest
clue that she's not okay.
Welcome To Society.
Welcome to society,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
And please feel free to be yourself,
As long as it's in the right way,
Make sure you love your body,
Not too much or we'll tear you down,
We'll bully you for smiling,
And then wonder why you frown,
We'll tell you that you're worthless,
That you shouldn't make a sound,
And then cry with all the others,
As you're buried in the ground,
You can fall in love with anyone,
As long as it's who we choose,
And we'll let you have your opinions,
But please shape them to our views,
Welcome to society,
We promise that we won't deceive,
And one more rule now that you're here,
There's no way you can leave.
Welcome to society,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
And please feel free to be yourself,
As long as it's in the right way,
Make sure you love your body,
Not too much or we'll tear you down,
We'll bully you for smiling,
And then wonder why you frown,
We'll tell you that you're worthless,
That you shouldn't make a sound,
And then cry with all the others,
As you're buried in the ground,
You can fall in love with anyone,
As long as it's who we choose,
And we'll let you have your opinions,
But please shape them to our views,
Welcome to society,
We promise that we won't deceive,
And one more rule now that you're here,
There's no way you can leave.
Today a officer
came into my class to talk about substance abuse.
He had a few pictures in his hands and he said he already spoke with the family
and that they were okay with him sharing this story. He showed us a picture of the
cuteset baby boy I had ever seen. His name was Jason, and he showed us more
pictures, and he told us how intellegent he was, and what great of an athlete he was.
But then he said at the age of fifteen, Jason started using marij/uana. At first it was
no big deal, but then he got hooked. He used marij/uana so much he didn't even get
a high from it anymore, so he moved onto me/th. Jason's parents had no idea as
to what was going on, they were just called about Jason's grades going from A's to
F's. Then they got called into school almost every week due to Jason getting in a
fight. He was just so angry all the time and he just wanted to fight anyone. One night
he came home and his mother said something to him he didn't quite like, so he
slammed her through a wall. When Jason's dad got home, he was so angry, he
beat Jason senseless. But that didn't help anything. Jason went back to the drugs
and back to the fighting. He started stealing from everyone for me/th. Then he got
in more trouble for beating up people. One day Jason and his friends were so
messed up on drugs, for fun they went driving down the road, attacking people,
beating some to the point they were in the hospital. Jason got arrested, they all
got arrested. But Jason's parent's loved that sweet little boy in the baby picture
so much, they took him in after three years in prison, as long as he got help.
Jason didn't get any help, he went back to the drugs, he went back to the
crowd of people he had always hung out wtih. When Jason was twenty five
years old his parents came home, Jason was there waiting for them. He
attacked his parents with a knife in both hands and was planning on killing
both of his parents. His dad had no choice. He shot him, and he was taken to
the hospital. Jason survived, and he recovered and he went back home. Where
he returned to the substance abuse. Not long after that, Jason had done it
for far too long, and he hated himself, and he took his own life. And what was
worse for the family was Jason had a younger sister. Who was following right along
in her brothers footsteps. But luckily for her, she some how found her way out. She
was clean, and she is now a happy thirty four year old woman with two daughters.
Then the officer looked at us and said "I know what you're thinking 'How do we
know you're telling the truth?" he paused for a moment, before I almost saw
a grown man burst into tears, he said "Jason was my son."
He had a few pictures in his hands and he said he already spoke with the family
and that they were okay with him sharing this story. He showed us a picture of the
cuteset baby boy I had ever seen. His name was Jason, and he showed us more
pictures, and he told us how intellegent he was, and what great of an athlete he was.
But then he said at the age of fifteen, Jason started using marij/uana. At first it was
no big deal, but then he got hooked. He used marij/uana so much he didn't even get
a high from it anymore, so he moved onto me/th. Jason's parents had no idea as
to what was going on, they were just called about Jason's grades going from A's to
F's. Then they got called into school almost every week due to Jason getting in a
fight. He was just so angry all the time and he just wanted to fight anyone. One night
he came home and his mother said something to him he didn't quite like, so he
slammed her through a wall. When Jason's dad got home, he was so angry, he
beat Jason senseless. But that didn't help anything. Jason went back to the drugs
and back to the fighting. He started stealing from everyone for me/th. Then he got
in more trouble for beating up people. One day Jason and his friends were so
messed up on drugs, for fun they went driving down the road, attacking people,
beating some to the point they were in the hospital. Jason got arrested, they all
got arrested. But Jason's parent's loved that sweet little boy in the baby picture
so much, they took him in after three years in prison, as long as he got help.
Jason didn't get any help, he went back to the drugs, he went back to the
crowd of people he had always hung out wtih. When Jason was twenty five
years old his parents came home, Jason was there waiting for them. He
attacked his parents with a knife in both hands and was planning on killing
both of his parents. His dad had no choice. He shot him, and he was taken to
the hospital. Jason survived, and he recovered and he went back home. Where
he returned to the substance abuse. Not long after that, Jason had done it
for far too long, and he hated himself, and he took his own life. And what was
worse for the family was Jason had a younger sister. Who was following right along
in her brothers footsteps. But luckily for her, she some how found her way out. She
was clean, and she is now a happy thirty four year old woman with two daughters.
Then the officer looked at us and said "I know what you're thinking 'How do we
know you're telling the truth?" he paused for a moment, before I almost saw
a grown man burst into tears, he said "Jason was my son."
