Dear You
I waited for you for two hours. I sat in that park in the freezing cold wind and I waited for you.
But you never showed. Why?
I txted you, suggesting that we hang out at the park after school. You never gave me an answer.
So I went to the same park straight after school and I sat there, reading, for two hours, waiting for you to show up.
How could you do that to me? If you weren't intending to be there, you could have said so. You had plenty of opportunities today at school. You could have txted back, or messaged me on Facebook. But no, instead you just had to get my hopes up that I would get to see you again and then crush them under a foot that, like the rest of you, did not show up.
I may never be able to look you in the face again.
:'( </3
15.5.12
4.5.12
Dear You.
So.... your parents are getting a divorce. You're freaking out because your mum has found another place to live and suddenly everything is not as perfect as it used to be. I completely understand that, but I think you're blowing out of proportion a little. Sure your parents are separating. They still love you. You're still gonna have a nice, safe place to live and there will always be food around. Take a step back from the situation for a little bit, I'm sure there are people out there with worse things happening. One of my friends is on anti depressants. Another has only just got out of the mental institution, and if she keeps going the way she is, she might end up in there again. Their problems seem more serious. One of my closest friends is moving soon, and I don't know if I'm gonna be alright not seeing him as often as I do.
I know you'll be alright.
Stay strong ♥
So.... your parents are getting a divorce. You're freaking out because your mum has found another place to live and suddenly everything is not as perfect as it used to be. I completely understand that, but I think you're blowing out of proportion a little. Sure your parents are separating. They still love you. You're still gonna have a nice, safe place to live and there will always be food around. Take a step back from the situation for a little bit, I'm sure there are people out there with worse things happening. One of my friends is on anti depressants. Another has only just got out of the mental institution, and if she keeps going the way she is, she might end up in there again. Their problems seem more serious. One of my closest friends is moving soon, and I don't know if I'm gonna be alright not seeing him as often as I do.
I know you'll be alright.
Stay strong ♥
17.4.12
Dear Fluffy-ball-of-sickening-cuteness,
Oh my fucking god. I am so angry I don't even know how to fucking WORD this. Hmm. Let's see.
Do you know what it's like to be me? Do you fucking know what it's like to have bad news coming at you from every corner of the fucking world? Do you know what it's like to have a friend locked up in an asylum because she tried to kill herself? Do you know what it's like when a little girl that you know from the cancer ward relapses TERMINALLY? Do you know what it's like to become close with someone and then find out on what is supposed to be one of the happiest days of the year that that person is MOVING? No, you fucking don't. because everything in your life is perfect. You have a family that loves you. You have a house that is always warm, safe, and full of food. You are so fucking lucky. You get everything that you want, and you never even have to ask for it. Half of your family lives in England so you get to visit there all the time. Have you ever gone a day in your life wondering if you'd be able to eat tomorrow? Have you ever felt unloved and unwanted by the people who are supposed to love you the most, your parents? Have you ever felt overshadowed by the people who are supposedly your equals, your friends? No, you fucking haven't. So when I post on my blog that I hate my life, I don't fucking wanna hear from you saying that you love my life because it means I'm alive, and stay strong etc. etc. Sometimes, quite often actually, I wanna burst your fucking bubble of perfectness and.. RAINBOWNESS and UNICORNS with a big needle. This needle has a name. It is called Life. Next time something awesome happens to you and I already know it's happening and I'm trying to stay behind my mask of that's-great-I'm-so-happy-for-you, I don't want you to come up to me and say 'Fuzz! I'm going to Taylor Swift- in AUCKLAND!' Honestly, it makes me want to hit you with a brick.Just SHUT UP AND STOP FUCKING GLOATING. I DON'T FUCKING WANNA HEAR IT ANYMORE.
Got it? Good.
Oh my fucking god. I am so angry I don't even know how to fucking WORD this. Hmm. Let's see.
Do you know what it's like to be me? Do you fucking know what it's like to have bad news coming at you from every corner of the fucking world? Do you know what it's like to have a friend locked up in an asylum because she tried to kill herself? Do you know what it's like when a little girl that you know from the cancer ward relapses TERMINALLY? Do you know what it's like to become close with someone and then find out on what is supposed to be one of the happiest days of the year that that person is MOVING? No, you fucking don't. because everything in your life is perfect. You have a family that loves you. You have a house that is always warm, safe, and full of food. You are so fucking lucky. You get everything that you want, and you never even have to ask for it. Half of your family lives in England so you get to visit there all the time. Have you ever gone a day in your life wondering if you'd be able to eat tomorrow? Have you ever felt unloved and unwanted by the people who are supposed to love you the most, your parents? Have you ever felt overshadowed by the people who are supposedly your equals, your friends? No, you fucking haven't. So when I post on my blog that I hate my life, I don't fucking wanna hear from you saying that you love my life because it means I'm alive, and stay strong etc. etc. Sometimes, quite often actually, I wanna burst your fucking bubble of perfectness and.. RAINBOWNESS and UNICORNS with a big needle. This needle has a name. It is called Life. Next time something awesome happens to you and I already know it's happening and I'm trying to stay behind my mask of that's-great-I'm-so-happy-for-you, I don't want you to come up to me and say 'Fuzz! I'm going to Taylor Swift- in AUCKLAND!' Honestly, it makes me want to hit you with a brick.Just SHUT UP AND STOP FUCKING GLOATING. I DON'T FUCKING WANNA HEAR IT ANYMORE.
Got it? Good.
16.4.12
Introductions
Dear Readers,
Not that there are any of you there. For now it is just one voice echoing in the silence, aka me. I started this blog because here I can tell everything like it is, and I don't have to watch what I say or who I have a spaz at. None of my other-blog-readers will be told about this blog, and if they stumble across it then that's too bad for them. It's their fault for stumbling across this in the first place. Anyway. Basically I'm just gonna write a whole bunch of anonymous letters. I doubt anybody will ever read them but idc.
I shall post my first vent later, perhaps tomorrow.
Until then,
Blue <3
Not that there are any of you there. For now it is just one voice echoing in the silence, aka me. I started this blog because here I can tell everything like it is, and I don't have to watch what I say or who I have a spaz at. None of my other-blog-readers will be told about this blog, and if they stumble across it then that's too bad for them. It's their fault for stumbling across this in the first place. Anyway. Basically I'm just gonna write a whole bunch of anonymous letters. I doubt anybody will ever read them but idc.
I shall post my first vent later, perhaps tomorrow.
Until then,
Blue <3
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