"We are all, everyone in this room, so fortunate."
Acknowledging privilege and finding ways to use your privilege to help others is so important.
I don’t know much about you angie, but if you can acknoweldge your privilege to acknowledge those who aren’t is an honorable act.
(Source: queen-angelina, via allisundays)
I’m losing to myself, and it’s not easy. I want to get back to being myself.. But that’s so hard. I can’t quite remember who I was. And when I do, i feel like i’m just playing my role. Who am i? What am i? Where am i?
Good Vibes here
I honestly can’t remember the things that make me happy. Help. It’s seriously beginning to be a problem.
Every single day, every time I nap or sleep I wake up panicking. I’ve been chased, sought after, tried to be killed, forced to kill, everything. I can’t do this anymore. Waking up every single day, freaking out. All of my daily stresses become tenfold in my dreams.
My sorority decides to have its annual killing fest with guest celebrities. After surviving the last round, of people killing each other and me having to carry a knife around for dear life, I decide to not participate in the last round. In this sea of terror I confide in my once friend, about everything. And she tells me to run away, and not participate. So i do, as people watch me leave. I run as fast I can away from the house, and I run onto campus through the library when I get extremely paranoid and feel like everyone is chasing after me even in the library. I run through and try to find the nearest exist but the librarian comes up to me and says you’re fined for …….. He stops me gives me a $175 fine for whatever reason, and everyone glares at me. I give no fucks, pay it, and run on. I find bryant on the way there and he calms me down. We walk through to the parking lot only to find out that the killers were out in the parking lot too. People were targeting us. A psychotic man with some beam device comes toward us and shoot us both with a light.. which apparently shortens our life span. Bryant gets hit first, and then me. I try to fight this guy, but he’s just too strong. Then he fucks up and drops some weapon that has 10x the mass of any normal object. This, I use. It looks like a block of cheese, but anyways I use it to fend this man off. A second man who keeps chasing us down with a car comes by, and we have to keep running out of the cars way to survive. Bryant disappears, and I’m left alone with the random weapon. The two crazy men come by towards me and make me squat and hold the weapon above my head as they closely observe my fear. Apparently this whole thing was just some stupid science experiment on how to observe fear.
And then I wake up scared, crying, disoriented.
I can’t do this much longer.
What a silly thing it is to think you’re no one’s ideal just because you aren’t someone’s.
Someone is going to love you with a deep and meaningful kind of love.
You are not too much.
You are not too emotional.
You are not too unstable.
You are just right.
im just a loner, and it’ll always be better that way.
no one to hurt, and no one to hurt me.
SO FED UP WITH GAMER GUYS
What is family. It’s ridiculous
"The most important trip you will ever take in life is meeting your partner half way. You will achieve far more by working with them, rather than working alone or against them. That’s what healthy relationships are all about – teamwork."
"People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear."
i know i’m at fault
I can’t stop feeling like nothing.
Recently, every day has been a struggle.
borderline personality disorder.
there’s no one to blame but me.