My therapist told me that I had an addictive personality.
I blew her off thinking it was all ********
But what I didn't realise was how easy it was for me to get addicted to
People
Actions
Feelings
No matter what I did it became addictive.
The sight of a certain person.
The thoughts that should keep me up at night.
Everything.
Now I think about how she right because everything was an addiction, being addicted was just another addiction.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said an Astronaut. They smiled and said that's cute.
I was 6 then.
They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said a Marine Biologist. They laughed and said you'll need to work hard dear.
I was 9 then.
They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said an Architect. They smirked and said oh really, that seems pretty far.
I was 12 then.
They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said a Writer. They looked at me and said sweetie you'll never make good money there.
I was 15 then.
If I can't aspire to be what I want to be when I grow up then why bother to grow up at all?
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
It was nice talking to you, it really was.
If you didn't believe me when I said I wasn't going to try if you weren't going to, you will now, because this is my last goodbye to you.
Hope you have a nice life cause I'm leaving it.
I don't want to know someone who only talks to me when no one else will talk to you, I have enough of that already.
I hope you get all the happiness you want because you were nice enough while I knew you.
I hope you live out your life and you get married and have kids and friends who love you dearly because I know I won't.
I hope you enjoy every minute because you and I both know what hell feels like.
I hope no one treats you like **** and ignores you when you've just really want to talk to them.
Goodbye, it was fun while it lasted.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
They prescribe medicine that's supposed to "fix" us,
They create wars that are supposed to "help" us,
They send us to schools to try and "teach" us,
They give us news to "inform" us,
but
why
can't
They
tell
us
the truth
instead
of
what
They
want
us to
know?
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
How can I shatter your world without leaving a single scratch?
How can I guilt trip you into making you happy?
How can I make you cry without a single tear?
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
I ask you to never break my heart.
I ask you to never harm yourself.
I ask you to be careful and cautious.
I ask you to be wise about the people you choose to associate with.
I ask you not to destroy yourself.
How selfish of me..
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
I caught this snake, I stared and stared at it
And with it came strange sense of déjà vu
Until I realized it reminded me of you
How quick it was to switch sides
How clever it was, at first I thought it was dead
And those beady eyes, god those eyes, they made me recount every horrible thing I had done.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
The blue haired girl walked to her eternal sleep
The red haired boy cried himself into the temporary blackness
The black hearted girl pierced the weak with her words
The gold hearted boy stops their crying
The orange haired girl thinks her breaths are wasted
The yellow haired boy has scars from an invisible battle
The green hearted boy stopped eating
The pink hearted girl convinced him to eat again
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
”You need to learn how to love yourself
You keep stomping on yourself like you were a bug that freaked you out
You point your fingers at yourself
Seriously why would you do that to yourself, do you know how stupid it is?
Why do something others easily can do to you, why would you waste your time on that
You're never going to become of anything if you never let yourself grow
If you keep saying that you can't, you're again wrong
Because even flower seeds are strong enough to break the paved roads and bloom
Do you think they give up because it is difficult?
Yes, it is unfair that you happened to be planted under a thick pavement like those flowers were
but if you don't keep on trying you will never bloom”
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
I know it's been a day since you died but I still think you're alive.
I know it's been a month since you died but I still cry at the mention of your name.
I know it's been five months but I still get angry everytime someone says that they're sorry for my loss.
I know it's been eight months but I still see a ghost of the memory of you.
I know it's been thirteen months but I still worry about everyone you left behind.
I know it's been seventeen months but I still think you're going to come back.
I know it's been twenty four months but I still regret never saying goodbye.
I know it's been twenty eight months but I still cry in the middle of the night.
I know it's been thirty three months but I still crave your hug.
I know it's been thirty six months but I still remember every minute I had with you.
It's been three years without seeing your face,
hearing your voice.
It's been three years and I still miss you like hell.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC