My Bf is not online anymore… I don’t have any socials with them… IF THEIR QUITTING LET ME KNOW 😭

@Blake_From_Pokepasta_Real

HUNNY COME BACKKK!!!

It’s useless, I tried, but to no avail
To tell you how much I know, how much I care
Come home
Breathe until your lungs fail
You can sing 'til you go deaf
Every day that you don’t call her
I can feel it
You’re coming down
I am sick
I am horrified at everything I hear
The youngest daughter lost her way
Every day repeats itself again
The cycle of our misery, it drives us all insane
Please come home
The poison takes away from us
Now you’re sick to death from all the drugs
Breathe until your lungs fail
You can sing 'til you go deaf
Every day that you don’t call her
I can feel it
You’re coming down

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like i knew they were about trying to save someone from drug addiction but its about one of the bands members sisters in real life and it makes me so sad to know thats an experience someone had to go through. drug addiction isnt worth it, it ruins your life. if you need to quit you can ask for help, you can use anonymous hotlines, you can quit! im over a year nicotine free and its never easy but it improves your quality of life a lot, just see how well it goes. and its painful for a while, the way i smoked, i went through a lot of withdrawal headaches and shit but we tried gummies and stuff and it worked. since april 27, 2023 i havent touched a vape, thats my accomplishment. anyway, enjoy your day!

finneass <33
any time someone addresses mental health awareness in any possible way it only wants to make me bomb another orphanage
even if that some way is a simple ‘hello’
bomb. the. orphanage.

(TW AGAIN: Suicide, depression, Starvation)
(read if you don’t give a fuc about the tws)

Zachary sat on his bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone watching how perfect everyone’s lives were, wishing that was him. He tried daydreaming slightly, imagining how his life could be perfect and nothing bad happened. He lost it as soon as he heard the door click open. Marco peeked through. Zachary snapped out of his perfect little imaginary life, trying not to lose it.
“Hey, uh- me and the boys are going out to get some pizza. Wanna come?”
Zachary shook his head, not wanting to socialize.
“Aight. seeya.”
Marco shut the door, and soon Zachary heard Marco’s car revving and pulling out of the water saturated driveway. He was alone, with his thoughts.
Trying not to starve himself, Zachary got up, deciding to make something quick and easy to eat. But soon realizing he wasn’t hungry, he went back to his room.
Zachary texted Marco, seeing when he’d be home
‘hey. what time r u gonna b home?’
No response. Marco was probably busy. Again.

Marco came home late, around 1 am.

“I’m home!”
He shouted, but to no opening door or Zachary peeking out over the couch.

He walked in the kitchen, nothing. The utensil drawer was opened though.
He opened Zachary’s room, and there he was…
Lying dead on his bed.

god I feel so bad for her kids and her husband and everyone else. she told her family she wanted a higher seat, walked up to the top and they didn’t see her, she fell from the top row in the stadium, she was 53 and she’d suffered from suicidal thoughts and stuff and didn’t take her meds.

@zack GOOFY GOOBER 4 LIFE

borrowed_time Bro, I’m genuinely sorry to hear that. Nobody should have to go through something like what you’ve had to go through. I’m glad that you’re better though, and therapy is helping 😁

If someone can’t even take the time to respond to you then you have every right to cut them off.

my perfect,
i want to smile,
can’t remember how,
i haven’t for awhile.

i hate myself,
but i love myself,
it’s a constant battle,
i can’t win.

i hear the voices
im not enough
i try and try
to call their bluff
but are they wrong?

sometimes i lay and wonder
whats wrong with me?

so sometimes i cry,
i want to die,
even though deep down i don’t.

i take the lighter to my skin,
and cheat the battle i cant win.

and welcome stranger,
into the mind,
and life of finn.

jic you couldnt tell what this porm was about, its about my experiences with depression, but the thing is i cant really “get my depression under control” since its caused by lack of chemicals in my brain, not really something i can change. so its a constant battle with my lack of serotonin and sometimes it gets to me. i dont self harm anymore, but i used to a lot. so this was my way of bringing awareness to clincal depression caused by lack of serotonin. remember that theres some things therapy cant cure. and for me, thats my depression. no matter how many worksheets or how much talking i do, i always end up hating myself and having this really bad suicidal ideation and ill never go through with trying it again but its hard to live in a constant battle in your head, which i really cant fucking win. but yeah, hope you enjoyed this poem <33

See ya

@Namira 💀

I really don’t know any Mexican culture but I gotta agree that other people need to respect different cultures

@Namira said in Dumbest person I've seen all day..:

y’all are pissed about it

um. alright, i woudnt exactly say that.

@ゼフィラ-ヤラ you exeption

Bi-Myself i do too. I really do.

'Telling someone it’s not a big deal and to get over it is like someone putting a band-aid over a gaping wound and telling them to walk it off.

Both are scarred because the other didn’t care’ -Enzi :]

@Enzi as someone with poofy hair i say to just let it be how it is
dont try and constantly smooth it cuz then itll just turn out worse

by joyner lucas

@finneass When I was in 8th grade, We were taking a test.

The room was silent. All you can hear was the clicking of my shoelaces hitting the metal on the chair.

Multiple people told me to stop, I did for a minute then kept going.

I had to be escorted out of the classroom to test in the hallway.

It was the most embarrassing moment of my life.