Following
To find out that everyone hates me? I don't care;)
- everyone: you promised you wouldn’t cut anymore
- me: and you promised it would get better
Today, at Panera;
- Me: I'd like a small Mac & cheese, baguette.
- Really nice looking Cashier: Alright, *insert however much it was here*.
- So I'm digging for some money, when...
- The next person behind me: *to friend* Ew look at her wrists. I hate when people do that. It's so ugly. She cuts. I wonder what she uses. Razor, probably.
- Me: *blows it off.* She's not worth it. Don't say anything. *moves over to pick up my food*
- Cashier: Excuse me, ma'am?
- Person behind me: What is it?
- Cashier: I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
- Person behind me: What! Why?
- Cashier: Because of what you said. & this. *shows his cuts*
- I'm never going to forget you, Ryan. You're my new hero & I love you so much. Thank you for standing up for me. I know that I shouldn't have done what I did, but I did anyways. & you did too. You've been there, & found help. I can't stop crying. Not because I'm sad, but because of what you did for me. Thank you. <3
SO MY BEST FRIEND WAS WORKING ON HER HISTORY PROJECT AND SHE NEEDED SOME CHINESE CHARACTERS FOR IT SO I GOOGLE TRANSLATED ‘YOU’RE GAY’ AND PUT IT IN CHINESE AND SHE DREW THAT IN MARKER ON HER PROJECT AND IT WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS BUT IT TURNS OUT OUR TEACHER CAN READ CHINESE IM GONNA FUCKING PISS ON THE FLOOR
(via 5leepingsun)
- My Brother: Is it illegal to expose yourself to a blind person?
- My Brother: Why is it called a building when it's already built?
- My Brother: If money doesn't grow on trees, why do banks have branches?
- My Brother: When something is shipped by ship it's called cargo, but when something is shipped by car it's called a shipment...
- My Brother: If love is blind, then why is lingerie so popular?
- My Brother: Why is impediment so hard to say when used to describe someone who has a hard time talking?
- My Brother: What's the speed of dark?
- Me: -awake forever trying to figure out all the answers-
The Girls I Babysit:
- Carly: What are those? (pointing to my scars on my wrist)
- Me: They're battle scars.
- Anna: Cool! Can I have some?
- Me: Please don't ever get some okay? But when you seem someone with them like the ones I have on their wrists go hug them. Don't ever make fun of them okay?
- As we're walking around Wal Mart with both of them holding my hands, a young girl walks by us. Carly and Anna go and hug her. She hugs these two adorable little girls back
- Girl: Why are you hugging me?
- Carly: You have battle scars. *points to her wrists*
- And through her tears she looks up at me and smiles.
- If you don't reblog this... I don't know what I'd do, just reblog it.
