An Experience that Defined Courage for Me It was an evening on November 15, 2012. I have been having panic attack, after panic attack since 2:05pm that afternoon. My dad had to take me out of school early that day. Everyone found out about my self-harm habits that I have had since seventh grade. Officer Waller made me promise him that I wouldn't do anything to myself anymore. I told him straight up, "I'm not going to promise you sh**!" I was freaking out so bad, and it only gets worse.More Like This
Once my dad took me home, all he did was yell at me, and kept telling me how disappointed he is in me, which only made me feel ten times worse. He just kept going on, and on, and on with all of this nonsense that made me feel absolutely terrible. So I got onto facebook, and I posted a long goodbye status. I was seriously going to end my life. My dad saw that status, and left my 20 year old sister in charge of me to make sure I didn't do anything to harm myself while he was at work, since he had to go back. But my sister was a girl who
Dearly Beloved,Dearly Beloved,More Like This
I miss you.
I miss your face
I know you don't give a damn;
But I miss what we had.
I wish I could go back to all the times we shared.
Know what's funny?90% of my so called friends will never read this. So they will never find out that I try to kill myself. That I hide from going to school cause I'm compared to my brother and cause I'm constantly picked on. But then you would say I'm picked on cause how I act but I don't want to change that part of me. Or that I had a cousin that ass raped me and an old so-called friend's older brother try to rape me as well ask :iconGaYtAcOs: I've told her some and I just became good friends with her. Now what do you think that means when I can tell her but no one else? And to those people who say I need a job well I have one. Wanna know it? It's helping my mother who has a fuckin illness that any day she could be paralyzed on one side of her body or never wake up. That's my job and you know what it's harder then hell going to school and pray she's alive when I get home. And I don't drive cause you know with 5 other siblings money is tight. So for all those who thought they knew me do you sMore Like This
Letter 2Shower damp and soap sweet, I slip between the sheets. They're cool and crisp against the parts of my skin that are exposed. Cool …on smooth calves and bare thighs.More Like This
Laying back…I snuggle in …the linen of your shirt clinging to my skin…the residual moisture holding it fast…molding it to curves. I breathe deeply and I can smell you…..the scent of your cologne enveloping me…..coaxing me to you.
I close my eyes…breathing you in….wrapping myself around your memory. The sound of your voice…low and teasing….the hint of a smile breaking through. Sweet words….my girl….sweetheart…darling….words that make me melt.
The wanting is there…as it always is…but at this moment…it is …more insistent. Demanding somehow.
I reach for them….the images you've gifted me with. Images of you.
My eyes open…and I smile as you come into focus. You….dark hair and smiling mischievous eyes. You…the man who touched my soul…and stole my heart . My eyes linger…and then I go to the next. I feel my hea