January 2012
I went to school crying this morning and we’ve been praying for Kassie in homeroom and so everyone thought that it was about her. Perspective. Yes, it was only my dog, not my best friend. Hopefully.
Kassie you need to get online.
stcroiss replied to your post: my puppy is dead. ><
What? No. No. No. No. No. No.No.Nonononononononoooo. What happened. —Jacob
Exactly. Um… we backed over him. in our car.
anewcreationinchrist replied to your post: anewcreationinchrist replied to your post: my…
:( I’m sorry. I’d be crying like a baby if my dog died! Don’t feel bad about feeling bad. You cared about him!
Yeah. It was just… horrible. It’s a dead puppy day.Mondays suck.
Pray for me, alright?
anewcreationinchrist replied to your post: my puppy is dead. ><
:( what?
Yeah. He somehow got under the car tire this morning. *sob* It was a sucky day. Cause I feel bad for feeling bad because it’s just a dog… but he was my baby.
my puppy is dead. ><
ribs.
and the truth of the matter is that I am fairly sure that if I cut again I’ll end up killing myself because one leads to the other and that path is going to kill me and so I’m not choosing it.
I won’t be cutting again.
I’m going to live. For Jesus.
Went and prayed for some kids in a cancer ward with my youth group.
It was intense.
Tonight God told me through someone that he knows what he’s doing with me and that he’s going to bring me though it and it’s going to be okay.
I haven’t felt this legitimately free in months. Possibly a year or more.
“Sometimes I feel like I’m not… solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my...”
– Sylvia (via theworldsaplayground)
why do I itch to destroy myself?
why do my fingers strain to bring blood to the surface
and why does my brain yearn to destroy itself?
dangelagravity:
all around me are familiar faces worn out places worn out faces
Anonymous asked: Wow. You're beautiful.
I wanted someone to tell me that they’re glad I’m not dead. Cause I talked about wanting to kill myself.
I got a hug. But… it’s not quite the same.
Today in school I gave my testimony and I was really honest and now I’m just completely emotionally exhausted and I can’t stop crying and most of them wouldn’t look at me afterwards and I want to cut so bad it’s making me choke.
blargh
I’ve gotten skinnier recently. And eating makes me kind of nausious… kind of worysome.
I'm back!
Also I can’t get my leg straight. Dead muscles! Dead muscles!
Also! I’m in the yearbook class and today we were doing tutorials about setting up pages with margins and stuff and she said we could use whatever text we wanted to for the body and so I went online and go the first chapter of a tail of two cities by Dickens. And it was awesome. And I’m classy.
It was the best of times it was the worst of times…
