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mrbrightsidezz:

I’m in such a shitty position and I feel nothing. So numb. So confused.

mrbrightsidezz:

I’m in such a shitty position and I feel nothing. So numb. So confused.

pintsizedpermanence:

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pintsizedpermanence:

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Faboluos🐯💕🚀 | via Tumblr on We Heart It.

when you’re out of it

When you finally come out of the depression, haz and cloude of how horrible you think of yourself, and rid of that anxiety i can reflect on where you have been and where you are now.

That is my secret, my sugar.

when i have a bad day, fell the need to scream at my mom for making me feel worthless or for those hands i didn;t want on me and how these to thing dictated and ran rampage on mylife for years; knowing how far i have come and how happy i am now makes it all i go. couse i got through it, im on the other side, and now its time to look back and understand and except.

emma-matryoshka:

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emma-matryoshka:

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I gusse the first things i remember

I remember hiding my home work. In elemetary school they sent us home with a packet of all our grade: home work and test/guizes. I was always bad at school and did horibly. I remember hideing the worst grades, putting them in the back of the folder hoping my mom wouldn’t see them or simply take them out. Each parent had to initial the foulder to its date and each paper. i got good at faking my moms signiturt, it was just scrible. but i will not forget the day my teacher pulled me out of gym to see her in her office, wiht that foulder in her hand.

No reye contact was made, of course. what was i gona tell her, i didnt get them sign becasue i knew my mother would just yell and scream at me. But i can still feel those eyes burning into me. I wasn’t good enough, i knew i wasn’t good enough.

That was the thing with my mom, she wasn’t really a mom. When you don’t feel well you tell your mom and she gets you something to make it better somw how becasue thats what moms do. ” What do you want me to do about it,” that was my mother responce when i told her my stomach hurt, or I hurt my ankle. Math was the worse, i couldn’t do math to save my life. And as a kid, i can remember sitting at the dinner table, crying over my papers, my mother banging on the table and screaming, and me woundering why i just could answer the damn questing, and how i was supposed to if she kept yelling. If i could just find the answer then i could leave and go up stair and not have to hear how dumb, stupid, worthless, i might be or how she didnt want me, becaus i wasn’t good enough.

When you grow up, you realize that your parents were kids to at one piont and that everyone is a reflection of their parents. so I love my mom, I still hold that pain and anger in my chest and it comes out at the worest times but shes my mom. she did her best, and i would later put her threw a heart break i didnt realized would hurt her so.

I am some one who has over come abuse, anxiety, eating disorder, and depression.

I hope here to right my story, in hopes of helping others and understanding it all myself.

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

reading, and remembering how far i have come from where i was

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eatsleepdraw:

filled w/ autumn by ARCoty

eatsleepdraw:

filled w/ autumn by ARCoty

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