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personifyimperfection:

I thought you were a friend.

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xmarissasheax:

You’re home alone. You had a shitty day. Your friends avoided you, and your family ignored you. People started rumors and struck nasty glares, and you couldn’t concentrate. You sat on your bed, and cried like you usually did. But this time it was different, you reached your ending point. This is the perfect time to do it. End your life. You knew if you didn’t do it now, you’d surely regret it later.

You reach for a notebook and a pencil on your desk. You write down how much your family and friends mean to you, and you wrote that those little arguments that happened were not the things that set you off.

You’re crying. Your tears drip onto the paper and smears the ink. You rip out the note and place it neatly on your bed.

You walk to the bathroom, and open up the cupboard. You grab your moms insomnia pills and take them back to your room.

Still sobbing, you sit on your bed. You think about all the good moments you had, but the bad memories slowly fill your mind.

You open up the pills, and pour them all into your hand. About a handful will do.

You swallow them all.

You start screaming, you made a mistake. But it’s too late. You’re going to die.

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Your mom comes home from work. She calls your name but, you didn’t answer . She walked upstairs, thinking you were asleep. She opens your door.
“Honey, wakeup.”
But, you stay completely still. She then notices the note and empty bottle of pills next to you on your bed.

She panics. She grabs her phone and calls 911 instantly. She hardly can makeout the words “My daughter killed herself.”

An ambulance arrives. They go up to your room and carry you out on a stretcher. Your mother contacts your father. You can hear him sobbing on the other line. His baby girl committed suicide.

Your sister comes home from school. Your parents gently tell her. She bursts into tears.

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It’s been three weeks, your school was contacted. You’re best friend is severely depressed. Nobody in your will forget you.

Your sister hasn’t gone to school since the incident. She’s traumatized.

Your mother and father finally worked up the nerve to go into your room and read you death note. They’re devastated.

Your family, friends, and peers miss you. But, you don’t know that.

When you died, everyone finally started to listen.

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Nobody should ever feel this way. If you need to talk, I’m here. Remember, keep your head held high. You’re beautiful.

Written By: Marissa Shea B.

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When my teacher wishes us “good luck” before the test

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trugazi:

this is the internal anatomy of cows as far as i’m concerned

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screams:

queued! xx

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detention:

queued~bye.

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You’re not ugly, society is.

— (via ninidispicy)

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Why ?

locked-for-bitches:

Why so many pretty and beautiful people thinks they`re ugly ?

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