Tonight, a man told me I should kill myself. He said goodbye and hung up the phone. He is 43 years, 15 years older than myself. We were in a relationship for a little while and then decided to stay friends, and we were close friends, but friends don’t do that to each other. EVER. It doesn’t matter the age, people are cruel. I suffer from PMDD which for a few days out of the month makes me feel terribly sad, insecure, angry, and helpless. I think about how I’m not “normal”, how hard it will be to have a lasting relationship, a family, and friends who are understanding of me during the rough times and are supportive of me no matter what.
Be kind. Be compassionate to someone when they are hurting. And for anyone experiencing abusive relationships or assholes in school. Remember this: They are not good people and they will get punished.
I year the fresh scab from the foot and roll my fingers around in the blood just to make sure I can still bleed. This is my Saturday night.
That’s great because they scare me all the time.
Just tell me all the things that you don’t want to be.
I’ll make you disappear faster than you can make me.