Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.
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Sometime I don’t need advice. I just need someone to listen.
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Source: faggotdonna
Olivia Penpraze.
19 years old.
Died from a Suicide attempt that left her brain dead. Her parents made the hardest decision of their lives by turning off her life support.
She had a Tumblr account with over 900 posts sharing her emotional turmoil, dealings with depression, loneliness & thoughts about her wanting to take her own life.
The only response she got, was insensitive assholes, like the majority of people on Tumblr, encouraging her to do it. She was bullied consistently.
Olivia attempted to kill herself every year in May 1st since 2008.In May 2012, her short life came to an end.
I know most people can’t tolerate posts like Olivia’s, whom find it attention seeking.
My point to you people is…EXACTLY!!
Of course it’s attention seeking what else it?! People share that part of themselves over the Internet because they obviously feel they can’t talk to anyone they know nor do they think anyone would care.
All I want is for people to cut out the bullying & talk to people like Olivia.
A conversation to someone in desperation could save their life.If people can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
You never know…
What you say could be used to decide whether they live or die.Even if youre a b&w blog, reblog this.
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And now he’s accusing me of being a lost cause, oh joy
This is serious messed up
So, I told my bf that last night I realised that I’m not ok. All he focused on was the problems as first. Then all he could focus on was that this could go on forever and rubb off on our kids and drag him down with me. I told him I have no intention of feeling this way forever.
He starts to get angry at me and when I break down and tell him that I’m petrified and I need him to just hold me he just sits there whilst I continue to meltdown.
He then has a go at me in the car home saying he has enough of this shit and that he cant deal with any more bad stuff in his life. So basically, I have to magically be happy or he’ll dump me for being depressed, how messed up is that??
looking at this whilst there is a knife within reach is probably not the best idea…
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Source: psychoking
I feel so shit tonight, I’m surprised I kept it together long enough to get to my room, it was a challenge to say the least, literally just made it.
Sick of this shit


