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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 8:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 8:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:31 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 11:26 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 9:57 pm
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-xXLittleCutieeXx- I do this a lot… and people can tell I'm lying, but nobody cares enough to ask what's wrong. I don't even know anymore, I just feel empty and lonely and afraid... emo Original Characters Draw them please? I tip! Pm me ^_^
I know these feelings. That's been me for a long time, off and on. Except now almost everyone knows I'm not okay, and why, and those that don't know don't care anyways. -hugs- Point being, I understand how you feel. It's hard, especially when you're shy and have little or no friends to talk to, and no one to keep you company but your own dark thoughts. I'm online a lot, if you ever want anyone to talk to. I know I do. ~~Lady Davia~~
You choose which one(s), there are 32/96 with bios now, lol.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:25 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 8:40 pm
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 4:53 pm
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this is going to be long so brace yourself;
so the other night my dad offered to bring me and my mom out for icecream, and of course we said yes. once we got there, we waited in line and my mom was making comments about how no one was working behind the counter and just talking crap. i work in retail, so i was sort of standing up for them, saying how she doesn't know exactly what their talking about behind the counter, they could be talking about work. she blew me off. after about 10-15 minutes, we placed our order and sat about 1-2 feet away from the counter. i was already in a bad mood from the conversation i just had with my mom, but what set me off was that my dad told me to get up and get our order when it was ready and started to join in me and my moms conversation about the workers in the shop with sharp sarcasm, which ticked me off, so i responded with "we're right next to the counter, and we're leaving anyway, so why do i need to be the only one getting the ice cream order?". i only said this because we had two cones and a sundae, and you cant grab all three at once. he blew up at me, saying that i'm so inconsiderate and i'm selfish, and how i'm so disrespectful. (side note, ive struggled with depression for about 5 years and have a history of cutting) we got in a huge fight in the shop and he stormed outside. i was struggling not to cry, because every time we have a fight he responds with "IM YOUR FATHER". this hit me hard; ive always have had a difficult relationship with him, we dont' connect well at all and i suppose i've always blamed him for always working when i was a child. i have maybe 1-2 fond memories of him as a child, and i sort of feel neglected by him. anyway, the other night when we got into the car, all hell broke loose. i told him he doesn't deserve my respect, and i thought he was suppose to be a DAD not a FATHER. so a lot of crap came out that ive held on for years. he stayed silent almost the entire time and that killed me even more. the silence was so painful; i just wanted him to tell me he loved me or SOMETHING.so when we got home i ran into my room bawling. after months of recovery; i cut my self. the morning after, i was so filled with shame, but in the moment i was so enraged, i couldn't stop myself.
it was hard telling my story, but thank you for reading it (if you did) and i don't really know what kind of advice i'm looking for, but i'm not talking to my dad.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 4:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 7:49 pm
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