Suicide is no joke.Suicide is no joke. There is no coming back from it. Once you have done it, you are gone. Your pain may be over, but the pain to your family and loved ones will never be over. They will be left with countless questions that will forever be unanswered. If you're in pain, you need to let somebody know. There is no use suffering in silence. If you are suffering through depression, the worst thing you can try to do is beat it on your own. Just remember that there are people out there who love you and care for you. Even if you only have one person in your life who cares, that is still one person that would be devastated if you were no longer here.Suicide is no joke.5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Suicide is a very final way to deal with life's issues. It is a dark and permanent solution to potentially short term problems. All I ask is for you to stop and think. There is always a solution to your problems. There is always someone out there who can help you. Never think that you're alone because you are not. Some people may understand a lot
It's Too Late When We DieIf you want to die then fine, go dieIt's Too Late When We Die5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
But before you go, think
Think about every dream you've dreamed
Think about every star you've wished upon
Think about every desire that has ever coursed through your veins
Everyone of those things could become true
Everyone of those things could become a reality
If you go pack you bags now
You will be packing nothing but pain
You will leave this place with nothing but your suffering
So fight, fight everyday
Pour fire into your heart
Harness the hurt
Control the memories
And leave this world old and grey
And leave this world carrying happiness
Don't ever give up because,
It's too late when we die..
TendernessHer name was Tenderness. Blue used to call her this way because she was very cute, very lovely, and when Blue saw her the first time, the first emotion he felt was Tenderness. Tenderness was a young paintress, very very talented. Her art was different: she didn't paint with a brush, she painted with her heart! Her colours were her emotions, and her canvas was her soul. Every painting made by her was a masterpiece, a piece of herself consacreted in an eternal work of art. Her paintings were the mirror of herself: soft, delicate...and beautiful!Tenderness5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Tenderness is a very talented paintress! Tenderness paints with heart and soul! Tenderness probably is looking for perfection in this imperfect world! Tenderness is Artist and Muse at the same time!
Someone SpecialHe sat alone at the train station. Every day, he remained... At the same time, in the same seat, with the same book. His hands never tried to turn to the next page, not even once...Someone Special1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I asked what he was reading. There was no answer. Only the same cold, stoic gaze... Creeping through my retinas. Locked together. No hellos, no goodbyes. Just dark eyes, regarding me with mirthful disdain.
I wanted dearly to break him from his painful reverie... But I eventually realized, no one could do that for him. He had to do it himself... And the timing wasn't right. I could wait for him forever, it wouldn't make the slightest difference...
All of the trains were late... That day, and every day.
I whispered... "I tried."
He whispered back... "It doesn't matter..."
Those three words; each of them a dagger, forever slicing. And I walked away, immortal wounds dripping crimson from my chest...
DreamHer name was Dream! Well, to be honest that wasn't her real name: Blue used to call her this way because she was like a Dream. Blue never met such an amzing, intelligent, talented and deep person! Too good to be true...a Dream. But Dream was real!! Dream was one of the greatest poetess of our times. She was a sort of source of inspiration! She was sweet, she was polite...she was a beautiful human being. I'm sure her smile was a sort of shining sun, warm and beautiful! Her face was the representation of sweetness, and her soul was, how to say, the reflection of humanity! Dream was suffering, but despite the suffering, she always comforted the others! Dream was an extraordinary girl! Dream is a living dream!Dream2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Dream is a great artist! Dream is an extraordinary girl! Dream is a living beautiful dream! Dream is all the good in this world!!!
In This SpaceMy favorite space in the entire world is the space between my window and my bed, only separated by the brown Chester Drawer that was painted canvas white and now chips away to show tidbits of the chestnut brown. This is my favorite space. A cage between the pages of my sketchbook; torn out. Here, it’s just far enough from you. I can see the smile on your face. And the emptiness in your eyes. I can see how they’ll never match one another again. And it makes me wonder if you can hear me breathing too heavy in order to make myself faint.In This Space5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
This space in between my bed and my window is as big as the space in between your eyes. And I wonder if you can see right through me. Or do you just not pay attention to the sundry voices in my head. In this space, I sat down and watched the rain break the glass. This space is where I watched the ants trail in through the hole in the window’s net. I fed them bread crumbs from my sandwich. Until they infested the spot and expected a yard
FelicityHer name was Felicity! They used to call her this way because she seemed to be always happy. Felicity was a nice girl, very funny and always ready to make you laugh. But Felicity hasn't been always happy. In the past she suffered, we don't know why, we don't know how, but she suffered. Fortunately Felicity doesn't suffer anymore. She's better than she thinks! Felicity loves to watch tv series, probably because she likes to get lost in a world of fantasy, where all the sorrows of the life don't exist. Felicity is a good friend. I think that Felicity is a dreamer too!Felicity5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Felicity is a young girl who suffered. Felicity is happy now! Felicity loves tv series! Felicity is the need to escape from this world, but also the life that goes on!
grief and forgivenessYou never know how precious something is until it slips through your fingers. You can never understand the pain of loss, until it happens to you.grief and forgiveness2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
The words "I know how you feel" coming from a friend, as well intentioned as they are, are meaningless unless they too know that pain.
Sometimes at a time when grieving dominates the heart, the best thing to say is a simple 'I'm sorry".
Don't tell me I'll get over it, because I won't. In time it may become easier to deal with, might hurt less, it will never go away. I will still feel the absence in my life. A hole in my heart that nothing can fill.
Don't say It's been awhile, time to move on. Grief is a process, some people go through it differently, and some take longer to come through it.
If you want to help me, all I need is for you to be there.
I may not always need you to talk, sometimes all I need is someone to listen, to lend a shoulder to cry on.someone who doesn't mind how long I grieve, a friend.
I am not asking for you to sha
Forcing Feeling AwayAs the sun rose this morning I opened my eyes and felt anger. I was angry because I knew in my heart that you always took me for granted. You still do. You lead me on then push me away, and do it over and over throughout the day. And just when my heart can’t take anymore, you worry me. You slip into that dark place and shut out the rest of the world. You can do that because you know that I will always be there waiting at the edge of your darkness. I will always be there wondering if you are alright.Forcing Feeling Away3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I spend each night sick with fear that something bad will happen to you and I will never know. If you died, I would just assume you were ignoring me. I have been ignored too many times to believe anything else.
I tried so hard the other day not to look into your eyes. They always calmed me, they always told me everything would be okay. If ever I felt lost, all I had to do was look into your eyes. They found
Stranger Season 02 - part 1(9)SEASON 2Stranger Season 02 - part 1(9)14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Anyways before you read in this story,there can be with sexual or/and violence parts.And include Gay parts.
He were gone…
for 3 months
i didn’t seen Fabian anywhere,he was skipping the school.
I was getting worried…maybe something happened to my weird new….friend..?
Where is he..? Is he okay..?
so many questions in my mind.
My test..? haha i failed…of course....And teacher was forced to call my parents..now i can’t go hang on anywhere…
No friends.school problems...everything usual…
i was missing Fabi,these black eyes,silly sounds,and each new thing i was learning about him.
When my parents didn’t seen,i was walking out again…the sea,the forest ..everything was almos
DaddyMy Daddy doesn't talk with his lips. He doesn't speak with his tongue, he doesn't think from his head.Daddy22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
He speaks with his heart. His words aren't sounds, they are emotions. They're tears of sadness and tears of joy, they're laughs of mirth and smiles of content.
He watches the news and weeps openly at what he sees. There can never be too many hugs, in his eyes.
His advice is rare, but always true. It may be conventional, but it feels more real coming from him.
When he says it will be okay, you know that it will be okay eventually. When he tells you not to be sad, you can't help but try to be happy, if not for your sake then for his.
He's been through a warzone, and come out the winner. He's not a bodybuilder but he is the strongest man I know.
He's my Daddy, and when he tells me things will get better, I know I have to believe him.
Clothes, Or Why We Should All Be NudistsClothes, Or Why We Should All Be Nudists2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
If you looked through my closet, you would notice that my wardrobe consists almost entirely of black running pants, black athletic shorts, and black T-shirts. You may find the occasional white button-up hidden among my paint-splattered shirts from middle school and graphic tees, but the few nice shirts I own have problems of their own, often being too large or stained. I realize my closet is abysmal, especially for a teenage girl. My closet should overflow with denim shorts and vintage T-shirts, not the dreary athletic wear that inhabits most of it. I have tried to even out the ratio of dresses to sweatpants in my wardrobe, or at least introduce a color other than black, but my utilitarianism usually wins at the checkout counter. Black matches with everything and works for most occasions. Besides, I never leave the house unless I am going to school or Church, exercising, or buying groceries, so I see no purpose for a flowery crop-top or ripped jeans. There is no reason for me to buy cl
Unexpected ComfortA booming voice wakes me in the middle of the night. As I jolt up, I quickly turn my attention to my window. There I see the drops of rain tapping at my glass window. It's pleading calls for attention passing through a small crack the curtains made and successfully made their way to my ears.Unexpected Comfort3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Truth be told, they are slowly lulling me back to sleep. But before I can even lay back down on the comforts of my bed, a flash of light accompanied by a loud booming sound snapped me back awake.
"Fucking thunder...." I cursed as I clutched the sheet covering half of my body close to my chest. Then, I remembered that I had some with me that will surely stay by my side all night and comfort me through these kinds of situations. I turn around and saw a white rabbit doll sitting lazily beside my pillow. This was given to me by someone special, who may have left me for goot but somehow comforts me at the same time thanks to this gift. I grabbed it and hugged it tightly. It has his scent on it, it made
LoveLove.Love4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
For a lot of us, it's difficult to understand it. Others have no idea whether they truly know the meaning of the word.
Because of that, a lot of us try whatever we can to finally figure it out.
Maybe love is when a mother holds her new born child in her arms for the first time, smiling gently down at the little infant, eyes half closed with exhaustion.
Maybe love is when a brother steps forward to protect a sister, or a sister steps forward to protect a brother.
Maybe love is when one of the people you know better than you know yourself pulls you into a hug you never want to get out of, rocking gently side to side.
Maybe love is when your eyes connect with those of your boyfriend or girlfriend, and your gazes stay intertwined, conveying the strong emotions you can no longer put in words.
Maybe love is when a mother can only watch with a mix of bittersweet emotions as her daughter walks down the isle, dressed in white.
Maybe love only exists between family, between the connections
Because I'm in an angsty corner at the momentYou told me in kindergarten that we were best friendsBecause I'm in an angsty corner at the moment5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
So I believed you
You stole my favorite doll because you wanted it
So I went without it
You pushed me down in the mud and laughed
So I got up and laughed with you, even though I wanted to cry
You got a boyfriend first
So I patiently listened to you rave about him
You told me you were going to sleep with a guy that night
So I covered for you and lied to your parents
You stayed out and partied all weekend long
So I came to get you when the guy you rode with ditched you
You made it your personal mission to date every guy in school
So I stayed single the whole time, because I didn't want to be a bad friend
You called me at three in the morning to come and get you from a bar
So I missed sleep and got bad grades
You saw that the new boy was being nice to me and lied to him saying that I didn't like boys
So I missed out on my chance at high school romance
You came to me drunk one night and said that I was a prude
So I tried not to be so
A tribute to Robin WilliamsR.I.P Robin WilliamsA tribute to Robin Williams2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
J.C. and Suki arrived at a memorial. They looked to see that it was a memorial to Robin Williams.
J.C.: Robin Williams. One of the greatest actors ever. Gone forever.
Suki: I can't believe he's gone.
(They both walked up to the memorial and placed flowers on it)
J.C.: Robin Williams made a lot of people happy. And now he's gone.
Suki: He was battling depression. Wish he didn't commit suicide.
J.C.: He was a good man. He was in a lot of movies and shows. From "Mork and Mindy", "RV", "Dead Poets Society" and "Good Morning Vietnam"...
Suki: To "Night At The Museum", "Good Will Hunting", "Mrs. Doubtfire" and of course, Disney's "Aladdin".
J.C.: He didn't deserve to die like that.
Suki: A good man who made a lot of people happy.
J.C.: When he gets to Heaven, there will be a lot of laughter there.
J.C. and Suki took one last look at the memorial.
Both: Rest in peace, Robin Williams.
They both walk away.
A StoryLet me tell you a story...A Story4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A story about a boy and a lesson he learned.
It all begins when the boy entered college.
The boy was fairly excited about going to college.
He worked very hard to get to this college, it being very far from home, but a good college
all the same.
After his luggage was put in his new room, he hugged his mother and father goodbye.
After they left, the boy looked at his room.
His roommates weren’t there yet so the room was empty.
The walls were a dull grey.
The beds were rickety, old wood bunk beds and there was one window on the far wall, dead in the middle.
The boy gave a quiet sigh.
He knew from the tours of this campus that the dorm rooms were not great but thought that they would at least have a little color to them.
The boy shrugged it off and started to unpack.
An hour or two pass and his roommates finally arrived.
Weeks seemed to fly by quickly.
The boy was happy to have his friends with him at the college, it being a very small
college in a small t
A Certain KindI wanted to write about a certain kind of love,A Certain Kind10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A kind so intense it hurts and not, in the slightest
In a pretty poetic way.
A love that really hurts, that makes you cry
The kind when you can't breathe when you're alone from the loneliness
And can't breathe when you're together from the shouting.
There is a kind of love characterised by the sounds of broken glass and slamming doors
And long pauses for intense passionate kissing
A kind of love where there is no breathing, sleeping, thinking
Just anger, fear, passion
Love so strong that sometimes it's hate.
I've never been able to write about this love honestly before because it clouded my mind too much
And heaven knows what it did to my heart.
It's the only love I ever fell into,
And fell I did, crashing and tumbling down head first like the walking disaster case that I am.
I learned the hard way that the only way to escape this love is through a final goodbye
It'll kill you before it runs out.
I was going to write about that kind of lo
Don't Tempt MeMy possible crown of thorns, can I ask you something? Have you ever loved anyone enough that you may want to be in any form of relationship in order to achieve that closeness you crave?Don't Tempt Me17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Have you ever fallen into that temptation?
If you answered yes to both, you spoke my newest worry.
You see, my possible crown of thorns, I may have another possible underlying motive for my interest in forming a connection with you.
You see, while I may crave a friendship and a connection, there is a more deadly motive swimming in my mind.
You see, I am in love with you.
Love is a dangerous price we must pay for mishandling it. It is also a huge price if we let the temptation take over if love can't enter the fence of acceptance.
I know it has positive, but for me, my dear, it has been only a negative.
I have been in love with many men over the years ranging in different ages, but this is a different story.
I am not a child anymore and they were either animation or too old for me