Fuck this post
Fuck this post so much.
You want a “Why not?”
How about the way your best friend’s older sister will throw up by the side of the road because she’s crying so hard
How about the way your best friend will sob for weeks in her showers, in her bedroom, in the bathroom at school
How about the way your mother will cry every time she looks at herself in the mirror and pictures herself bringing you home
How about the way your father’s eyes will NEVER stop mirroring the image of your hanging body
How about the way your boyfriend will sit in his room in silence, unable to eat or sleep, or even to fucking shower, because why would he want to continue without you
How about the way the girl who called you a brother will start crying every time she sees your parents
How about the way your family will sit in your house after the funeral looking blankly at one another, because god knows they can’t find a fucking thing to say that doesn’t just float through the air where you should be walking
How about the way your sister will wake up every morning and see your door and convince herself that you could still be there, just sleeping in your bed
How about the way your ex girlfriend will come over and pull your clothes from the drawers and cry while she holds them desperately to her face to breathe in what’s left of you
Don’t you dare tell me it won’t change things
There may be stars in the sky and wind in the air and sun in the clouds
But without you we do not want them
Don’t you dare be selfish enough to believe you aren’t important to us
So fuck this post
and fuck this romanticism of suicide
and fuck you for leaving my sister to cry in her room when she thinks nobody can here
Rebloging for the comment! People need to read this! These sorts of posts do no good ever and they need to stop. People need to work on getting better and feeling good not fucking reading post that encourage suicide.
God bless this comment
THE PRINCESS & THE SEAL
This is her, right? Alexandra Udinov? I came to bring you home. That’s the point, I don’t trust you. Sometimes it’s the little things in life that can make all the difference. I think you’re the only one who’ll give me an honest answer. Kiss me. If you get into trouble you know you don’t have to do this alone. I didn’t want you to get hurt. That is no way to talk to the man who might take a bullet for you. I’m glad you’re looking out for me, Sean. Sean, I’m so sorry. Every once in a while there’s a crack in that wall and you give me this look. Now I owe you one. After this whole thing’s over, you know, this whole ‘storming the castle, save humanity thing’ - I think you and me gotta go on a proper date. I guess some things are worth fighting for. I love you, but if that’s not enough of a reason for you to leave, then I got no reason to stay. Michael said you might need some backup. I wanted you to make a choice: me or this place. You are a part of the family, like it or not. What I know is, you had my back. I’m worried about you; You have been different. What I was trying to say is… the thing that matters to me the most is you…
But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.