1: What did you do in 2015 that you’d never done before?
Came out.
2: Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don't think I had one last year, but this year's is "think about yourself".
3: Did anyone close to you give birth?
I don't think so?
4: Did anyone close to you die?
Thankfully not.
5: What countries did you visit?
More of Canada
6: What would you like to have in 2016 that you lacked in 2015?
Good friends.
7: What dates from 2015 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Not really any?
8: What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Lettin
Ohhh.
And boy did I cry after I saw you.
I shook and trembled like I was a leaf and you were the wind.
and your cold words hit so deep,
I was worried I'd get hypothermia.
I hope you noticed.
I hope you feel guilty about the way I shrank.
How I became so tiny that you wouldn't be able to see me without a magnifying glass,
and even then I'd be hard to see.
I hope you feel bad about the way my voice cracked.
The facade that I had manufactured so perfectly,
knowing that, that day was bound to come,
cracking so easily.
I hope that you noticed,
the way my eyes took in every detail of the place I'd been 3000 times before.
I know that p
“And.”
I always knew that I was in love with you.
And I knew our wedding theme would be yellow and gray,
And I knew that I would cry
And you would wipe my tears away,
And I knew that we would have 2 children,
And I knew their names,
And I knew they would feel the same way,
And I knew the skies were turning gray,
And I knew that you were still seeing her,
And I knew the children knew,
And I stopped knowing,
And I stopped believing,
And I started crying more,
And you stopped caring,
And started yelling,
And pounding,
And crying,
And insulting,
And it killed me when you told me I'd never be as pretty as the sunset.
Another year gone.
Another year and I've made it.
I've suffered anxiety attacks,
I've cried,
I've crumbled,
I've cracked.
I've found and lost who I am.
People have broken my heart,
and stayed long enough to start me on my way again.
and I've made it.
I survived.
and I'm proud of myself.
Happy Birthday,
You made it. You're going to be okay.
Six word stories.
I am watching her slowly die.
Where were you? I needed you.
Can't believe you broke your promise.
I'm not okay, but it's okay.
Not as good as I thought.
What am I supposed to do?
But they don't want me to.
I've no clue what to do.
I still want to be yours.
So much homework and no sleep.
You told me to be happy.
I just could not be happy
Why am I so tired lately?
I love to be with you
Why am I not good enough?
I am not a play toy.
Please, stop playing with my emotions..
I'm over him, but not you.
Ignore me and I won't exist
Dear heart, I can't take it..
A gun could solve many problems
An eye for an eye. by Will-Write-4-Love, literature
Literature
An eye for an eye.
The words “teenagers are mean” isn't true enough. We don't have sensors. Everything comes out of our mouth without us thinking. We're horrifying. Mean isn't a strong enough word..
When cruel words ooze from our very being, it's hard to walk past without getting a little hurt on your shoe by passing them. The stench of their words burns my nose just thinking of it. Even simple things like “wimp” or “ugly” are smelly enough to send me on my way with tears in my eyes. How many of my peers understand that what they do and say has an effect no matter how insignificant they believe their act to be?
Names bran
I hate walking through the halls,
because every time I see him
my heart drops so far out of my chest
that I start tripping over it,
and I can’t stand strong
when me feet are off the ground.
How am I supposed to stand there
and take it like a man,
when the only man I really loved,
keeps swiping my legs out from under me,
taking my breath away,
and leaving me gasping?
What am I supposed to do when
All I can do is stare?
Yet he can walk right past
without a second glance in my direction?
My stomach jumps into my throat
and I choke on my words,
but he keeps talking and laughing
as if my lack of breath is a joke?
As if the world
I hope you drown in the blood that pours from my wrists
because you lent me the razor that caused it,
and you expect me not to cry?
You'll never ask why
If I'm mad,
cause I'm had,
and you ignore
when I roar.
Who cares about me now
I've gone back on my vow,
and it's hard now to live
cause I've nothing left to give,
I'm empty.
Why let it get to you? by Will-Write-4-Love, literature
Literature
Why let it get to you?
If you could write a note to your younger self, what would you say?
Fuck them.
Why should you care about what anyone thinks?
How many people control your fucking body?
Just fucking you.
Why do you let so many people step on you?
Bruises and bumps forming,
that not one person can see,
cause it isn't your body they hurt,
Why should what people say matter to you?
It fucking shouldn't!
Why do you believe everything they say?
"Dumb"
You're hurt,
"Fat"
Ow,
"Ugly"
I always knew it..
Why though?
What gives them the fucking right?
Why is what they're saying true?
It's not.
Nothing they say is true.
Why let it get to you?
Ohhh.
And boy did I cry after I saw you.
I shook and trembled like I was a leaf and you were the wind.
and your cold words hit so deep,
I was worried I'd get hypothermia.
I hope you noticed.
I hope you feel guilty about the way I shrank.
How I became so tiny that you wouldn't be able to see me without a magnifying glass,
and even then I'd be hard to see.
I hope you feel bad about the way my voice cracked.
The facade that I had manufactured so perfectly,
knowing that, that day was bound to come,
cracking so easily.
I hope that you noticed,
the way my eyes took in every detail of the place I'd been 3000 times before.
I know that p
“And.”
I always knew that I was in love with you.
And I knew our wedding theme would be yellow and gray,
And I knew that I would cry
And you would wipe my tears away,
And I knew that we would have 2 children,
And I knew their names,
And I knew they would feel the same way,
And I knew the skies were turning gray,
And I knew that you were still seeing her,
And I knew the children knew,
And I stopped knowing,
And I stopped believing,
And I started crying more,
And you stopped caring,
And started yelling,
And pounding,
And crying,
And insulting,
And it killed me when you told me I'd never be as pretty as the sunset.
Another year gone.
Another year and I've made it.
I've suffered anxiety attacks,
I've cried,
I've crumbled,
I've cracked.
I've found and lost who I am.
People have broken my heart,
and stayed long enough to start me on my way again.
and I've made it.
I survived.
and I'm proud of myself.
Happy Birthday,
You made it. You're going to be okay.
Six word stories.
I am watching her slowly die.
Where were you? I needed you.
Can't believe you broke your promise.
I'm not okay, but it's okay.
Not as good as I thought.
What am I supposed to do?
But they don't want me to.
I've no clue what to do.
I still want to be yours.
So much homework and no sleep.
You told me to be happy.
I just could not be happy
Why am I so tired lately?
I love to be with you
Why am I not good enough?
I am not a play toy.
Please, stop playing with my emotions..
I'm over him, but not you.
Ignore me and I won't exist
Dear heart, I can't take it..
A gun could solve many problems
An eye for an eye. by Will-Write-4-Love, literature
Literature
An eye for an eye.
The words “teenagers are mean” isn't true enough. We don't have sensors. Everything comes out of our mouth without us thinking. We're horrifying. Mean isn't a strong enough word..
When cruel words ooze from our very being, it's hard to walk past without getting a little hurt on your shoe by passing them. The stench of their words burns my nose just thinking of it. Even simple things like “wimp” or “ugly” are smelly enough to send me on my way with tears in my eyes. How many of my peers understand that what they do and say has an effect no matter how insignificant they believe their act to be?
Names bran
I hate walking through the halls,
because every time I see him
my heart drops so far out of my chest
that I start tripping over it,
and I can’t stand strong
when me feet are off the ground.
How am I supposed to stand there
and take it like a man,
when the only man I really loved,
keeps swiping my legs out from under me,
taking my breath away,
and leaving me gasping?
What am I supposed to do when
All I can do is stare?
Yet he can walk right past
without a second glance in my direction?
My stomach jumps into my throat
and I choke on my words,
but he keeps talking and laughing
as if my lack of breath is a joke?
As if the world
I hope you drown in the blood that pours from my wrists
because you lent me the razor that caused it,
and you expect me not to cry?
You'll never ask why
If I'm mad,
cause I'm had,
and you ignore
when I roar.
Who cares about me now
I've gone back on my vow,
and it's hard now to live
cause I've nothing left to give,
I'm empty.
Why let it get to you? by Will-Write-4-Love, literature
Literature
Why let it get to you?
If you could write a note to your younger self, what would you say?
Fuck them.
Why should you care about what anyone thinks?
How many people control your fucking body?
Just fucking you.
Why do you let so many people step on you?
Bruises and bumps forming,
that not one person can see,
cause it isn't your body they hurt,
Why should what people say matter to you?
It fucking shouldn't!
Why do you believe everything they say?
"Dumb"
You're hurt,
"Fat"
Ow,
"Ugly"
I always knew it..
Why though?
What gives them the fucking right?
Why is what they're saying true?
It's not.
Nothing they say is true.
Why let it get to you?
School prepares us for "the real world".
Who is informing teachers?
No one in "the real world" has to write two essays by Tuesday night,
I've heard most don't need the Pythagorean theorem,
and stay up most nights working on loads of homework.
How many people need to practice a vocals solo,
or make a brochure or fear failing?
Does everyone in the "real world" need to try and save themselves?
How is causing so much stress considered "preparing"?
Driving teens to starve themselves
and stay up every night working on idiotic things?
School isn't preparing me,
it's killing me.
a cat's unspoken love by InsomniaWriter, literature
Literature
a cat's unspoken love
with furry paws,
she climbs into my lap
settling in for a long night
she stares silently,
gaze soft with understanding,
as she watches me cry into her fur
I just found this on tumblr and I'm bored so here.
1. What song is most likely to get stuck in your head after reading this question?
Frickin' "Anybody have a map?" from Dear Evan Hansen. Mostly cause I have it on repeat rn.
2. What do people think makes them look cool, but actually makes them come off douchey?
I hate is when people say things that encourage rape culture but they think it's making them look cool. Or when guys talk down to girls trying to make them sleep with them.
3. Write your name with your elbow.
fvazIKTHY
4. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
I think so. People are always changing. Although, there is a point wh
1: What did you do in 2015 that you’d never done before?
Came out.
2: Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don't think I had one last year, but this year's is "think about yourself".
3: Did anyone close to you give birth?
I don't think so?
4: Did anyone close to you die?
Thankfully not.
5: What countries did you visit?
More of Canada
6: What would you like to have in 2016 that you lacked in 2015?
Good friends.
7: What dates from 2015 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Not really any?
8: What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Lettin
F.R.I.E.N.D.S. = Fight alongside you = Respect you = Involve you = Encourage you = Deserve you = Save you Send this to all your friends & me if I'm one......If you get 4 back you are liked but if you get 7 back then you are seriously loved.