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A note from the author: This is a work of fiction about suicide. If this is triggering to you, please do not read any further. I would like to reiterate that this is a work of fiction and that this did not happen to me. If this happens to resemble anything thatâs happened to anyone reading this, it is completely coincidental. And if it did, I am so sorry for your loss.
A conversation. Thatâs how all of this started. We hardly even knew each other and one day, you just decided to send me a message. We had been friends on Facebook for a while, but thatâs just because we had met once at some friendâs birthday party or something like that. I donât remember exactly. Either way, we started talking and one day, we both knew it would be forever.
Or at least thatâs what I thought.
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Every Day
I think of you every day. Your smile, your laugh, your smell, your clothes. The memories and laughter. The pain and crying. The happiness, the sadness. The miserable times and the times that took my breath away. I think of you every day. Sometimes itâs just once, and other times its all day. I think of how I loved you, how I still love you. I think of how much has changed since we were together. I think of how much Iâve changed, how much youâve changed, how much the world has changed. I think of you every day. I donât think Iâll ever get over you. If I do, it might take 10 years, it might take more. I might still love you when Iâve met someone else, when I marry someone else, when youâve moved on and forgotten and Iâve always remembered. Even when we havenât talked in 15 years, I will still love you. It could be 50 years from now and Iâll still remember you. Iâll still smile at your love, your happiness, the gleam in your eyes when we were together. Iâll still cry at your control, your anger, and your hatred. I think of you every day. You will always and forever be my first love. The only person I will love for my entire life.
I think of you every day. You threatened to hit me, and still I stayed. You said things that hurt me that I remember to this day. There are so many things I wish I could say, but I canât because Iâm scared. Iâm scared that if I talk to you Iâll freak out and cry. You gave me PTSD and thatâs something you canât take back. Even just hearing certain phrases that you said again and again, like âI canât get that image out of my fucking headâ or âyouâre lying to me,â when I was telling the truth. You constantly doubted me, even though I never lied to you once. You ruined my life, thereâs nothing that can fix me now.
You will always be in my life because the memories, they donât go away. I heard a sentence that you said and it brings me back to the last time I heard it from you and I panic. I canât breathe and I cry and Iâm shaking out of my skin. You ruined my life.
I donât think of you most days. Youâre somewhere in the back of my brain, but you donât come up very often anymore. You want to know why that is? Because I found someone that I love very dearly. I plan to spend the rest of my life with him. You donât have a place in my life anymore.
I know that sometimes, I do think of you. Usually it makes me cry. But Iâm engaged. Iâm going to be married. Iâm going to have kids and Iâm going to move away. I wonât have to worry about seeing you places, I wonât have to think about you ever again. You donât have a place in my life anymore.
But I know that youâll still come up. Even 60 years from now. You were a big part of my life, but I canât let you be there anymore. Itâs too painful, itâs too hurtful. I donât need that kind of hurt and pain in my life. All I need is him. All I need is his love and I know that Iâll be okay. I donât need you anymore. You donât have a place in my life anymore.
So fuck off
I was in a car accident yesterday
I'm okay, the other lady is okay too. Neither of our cars are safe to drive on the road but we're both okay and that's what matters. The worst part for me, however, is that whenever I close my eyes, all I see is the accident. I can't stop reliving it. When I get asked to talk about it by insurance or anyone else, it's extremely difficult. I start shaking and almost break into tears. I haven't been myself since it happened. All I want to do is lay in bed. It's like I know I'm hungry but I don't feel like eating. I know I should get up and socialize with my family and do stuff but I don't want to. I woke up this morning to some messages from my mom, saying that apart from the physical pain (the collision jolted my knees, and having bad knees to begin with that didn't help), the worst part for me must be losing the freedom that having my car gave me. It's true. I used to be able to go anywhere, whenever I wanted. Now, I'm a little scared to drive and I don't have a car. This isn't the kind of thing that happens to me. It happens to other people, in TV shows, in movies. It doesn't happen to me. I know it sounds stupid and ignorant, but that's all I can think. I know I'm lucky to be alive. If that collision had happened in any other way, either one of us could've been dead or seriously injured. I know that, and yet I still feel awful. I had the right of way in the incident and yet I still hit another car. I know it wasn't my fault, but it feels better to blame myself rather than the other lady who was so sweet and caring.
I love it when my mom doesn't talk to me. It's great. She never seems to want me around anymore AND IT WAS HER IDEA TO HAVE ME MOVE HOME whatever

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When it lands on your shirt AND your pillow đđđ
stop eating food in bed then?
you know when youâre talking w/ someone and you just feel.. Warm. like.. not.. warmth temperature-wise but just this.. sense of overall coziness like on an emotional level speaking w/ them is the equivalent of whenever you step into a patch of sunlight⌠thatâs something
((The ability to appreciate and evaluate human aesthetic is not determined by your sexuality))
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it seems that everyone iâm friends with is better friends with someone else and that really fucking sucksÂ
When someone tickles your neck
HOW TO CHEER UP IN 2 EASY STEPS
WHISPER âBEEP BOOPâ TO YOURSELF.
REPEAT UNTIL NOT SAD.
((BUT WHY DOES THIS WORK??????))
1. plug your nose 2. say sneep snop
try saying âboopedeedoopâ in a really deep, manly voice
Try and say bubbles in the angriest voice you can
the last one will work I promise you
THE BUBBLES ONE IS FOOL PROOF
I had this girl in my class and she was considered to be like really dumb. Sheâd ask a ton of doubts and questions in class, which everybody would consider to be âstupid"and âsillyâ and even the teachers would often taunt her but sheâd never stop asking. But the thing was that sheâd almost always top the class examinations and everyone was like???? They all thought she was cheating and stuff and obviously even the teachers were very biased because she wasnât so âsmartâ in class, and she was regularly accused of cheating. But nobody could prove that she was actually cheating but the whole class and teachers totally believed that she did. Iâm pretty socially awkward so I never really talked to her, but she was leaving school this year and I was genuinely curious about how she was so good during exams and how she didnât let everyoneâs remarks affect her. She always used to sit and hang out with only one girl, and she told me that that friend of hers was severely socially anxious and sheâd lag in studies because she couldnât bring herself to ask doubts in class or ask for help from others. So they had this system where during lectures her friend would write down any question she had, and she would ask them for her. And I was just so touched??? Idk but it really changed the way I looked at people?? This girl endured taunts and jeers and borderline bullying for being âstupidâ when she was actually really smart and could easily have refused to ask such doubts for her friend but she did?? And brushed off everything others would throw at her for her friend?? I was just, idk it just really changed me in some way.

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iâve been laughing at this for like 8 minutes straight