Stronger than Suicide

A year and a half ago, I thought I wouldn’t make it out alive. Within the past two months, I’ve dealt with an overwhelming amount of emotions, leading to more heartbreaking conversations of suicide with policemen and hospital staff than I’d like to admit to. But I can look on the other side of that and think about it this way. No matter how many times I’ve wanted to die, I’m still here. And maybe it’s just fate, maybe it’s just because I’m a failure at a lot of things, including dying. But I’d like to think that somewhere underneath the tears and running mascara, there’s a girl who wants to live. And I will. Maybe I’m even stronger now because I’ve dealt with all these feelings before.

dailydishonesty:

Except for that it’s actually all you.

dailydishonesty:

Except for that it’s actually all you.

sicklysatisfied:

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sicklysatisfied:

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"Honestly, sometimes I think I’m looking for some crazy, nonsense adventure or an illegal kiss just so I can get over my ex. I know it sucks. But, I need the independence. I need this. I need to physically move the hell on. Bastard."
dumbdaisies:

I saw this sign and it made me think about how in love we used to be.

The memories are the hardest part of my breakup. It would be easy if I could look at my ex and just think about all the harm he’s caused me, like calling the cops because I called him, or saying he would be a friend and then giving me the cold shoulder. I keep remembering the sweet Brett who let me cuddle with him inside his jacket, the guy who scraped the snow and ice off my car whenever I asked. I want to escape everything but I’m trapped in my thoughts

dumbdaisies:

I saw this sign and it made me think about how in love we used to be.

The memories are the hardest part of my breakup. It would be easy if I could look at my ex and just think about all the harm he’s caused me, like calling the cops because I called him, or saying he would be a friend and then giving me the cold shoulder. I keep remembering the sweet Brett who let me cuddle with him inside his jacket, the guy who scraped the snow and ice off my car whenever I asked. I want to escape everything but I’m trapped in my thoughts

I’ve cried so much, my eyes feel so heavy, I don’t know what I’m doing here

when your ex calls the cops on you because he can’t just say ‘get the fuck away’. it really makes life seem like a hellhole. someone list off reasons for me to live so I don’t act stupid

Brett (aka, soulless bastard)

I want to stand on my own two feet. I want you to be less than a memory. But I can’t stand, can’t move, because you took an axe to my legs but not before you took a knife to my heart