NothingI'm nothing but a burden.Nothing by softywrites
I'm nothing but a nuisance.
I'm nothing but wasted space.
I complain too much.
I worry too much.
I overanalyze too much.
Nobody wants clingy.
Nobody wants paranoid.
Nobody wants lonely.
I should just keep my mouth shut.
I should just stay away from people.
I should just stop caring.
I wish I didn't feel this way.
I wish I didn't hurt so much.
I wish I could really trust my friends.
Do they really care?
Do they really want me?
Do they really need me?
These things break me.
These things ruin relationships.
These things scare people away.
No. Just no."I’m gonna kill myself because someone called me ___."No. Just no. by softywrites
"I’m gonna kill myself because someone used the wrong pronouns [accidentally or intentionally]."
"I’m gonna kill myself because mom said I couldn’t go to tonight’s big party."
No. Just FUCKING no.
I’m 25, almost 26 in two months. I’m female, I’ve got Cerebral Palsy, I’ve got crooked hips that make me limp really bad, I dropped out of high school at 11th grade, I’ve got zero social skills, zero “in person” friends, and I practically live at my computer under my dad’s roof. When I was younger, I was bullied. I was teased. I was stared at. At school/in person. And even moreso online. I reacted just as terribly as the people who’ve stated/thought the above crap.
"People don’t like me, I’m all alone in the world, nobody cares, I’ll never improve, nothing will ever get better, everythin
The MindThe mind is a wonderful mystery, even with all of the technology we have today. It is a massive, endless labyrinth of possibilities, twists of insanity mingle with turns of lucidity. The mind is a laboratory of creativity, fashioning a vast world of truths and lies, logic and ignorance, beliefs and doubts--all of which are tethered to one person: you.The Mind by softywrites
Love IsLove is strange. Love is confusing.Love Is by softywrites
Love is powerful. Love is wonderful.
Love is wanting nothing more than to make that special person happy.
Love is when your heart pounds in your chest and your body tingles just thinking of that other person.
Love is giving your whole heart to someone, knowing the risks.
Love is being completely open and honest with someone.
Love is being able to trust them with all of your deepest and darkest secrets and woes.
Love is being able to be yourself around each other.
Love is accepting that neither of you is perfect, but trying so hard to be in order to make each other happy.
Love is having that belief that everything will be all right, that you can get through anything together.
Love is facing every obstacle, every piece of drama, and fighting together to get past it.
Love is coming back to face each other after a fight and still being able to say I'm sorry and I love you.
Love is about trust.
Love is about compromise.
Love is about hard work.
Love is ab