April/04/2012 - 2 notes
My dad is being a major douche this morning for no reason at all. Seriously, he picks on the smallest things that I do wrong. Such as leaving a cut onion in the fridge. How was I suppose to know that it turns them poisonous? And then screaming at me because “the reason I can’t find my glasses is because my room is a mess”, just because I asked him if he saw them on the kitchen counter.
Ugh. This is not the day to fuck with me. I haven’t slept, haven’t eaten, it’s that time of the month and I’ve having a really, really shitty week. So dear dad… Fuck off.
April/04/2012 - 0 notes
There’s a lot I wish I could say, but it feels like all I can do is just nod and stay quiet.
April/04/2012 - 2 notes
Regardless of if I put this in a ‘Read More’ or a text post, the chances of me being judged or attacked are still relatively high. Especially because people seem to have the wrong impression of those who self-harm. However, I just have to get this out of my system, and writing has always helped me organize my thoughts and properly make sense of what is going on around me. So please, before you continue reading this post, I’m going to ask you not to judge, or leave a rude comment in my ask box because you feel as if I am weak or pathetic or attention seeking.
Eh.
March/03/2012 - 0 notes
“Put some pants on and lets go.” - Luis.
March/03/2012 - 1 note
no, pants are bad, not wearing pants ever, no.
Apparently, I’m “weird”.
March/03/2012 - 2 notes
Fuck you, and her too. And anyone else who thinks I’m weird.
March/03/2012 - 0 notes
How am I supposed to know what to do if I don’t even know what I want?
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March/03/2012 - 770 notes
What is your middle name? Danielle.
What are you passionate about? Reading, traveling, adventures.
Zebra or leopard print? Leopard.
Do you have any fears? Spiders, snakes. School shootings.
Silver or gold? White gold.
Top three places to visit. Spain, France and Italy.
Where are you from? Florida.
First career you wanted as a child: Lawyer.
What’s your sign? Capricorn.
Future names of your children: Daughter(s): Olimpia, Eliana, Jaida, all with Sofia as a middle name — Son(s): Alexandre, Phillip.
What are you listening to right now? Just the sound of my fan.
Do you believe in fate/destiny?To a certain degree.
What are your career goals? I would just like to be happy and secure with my career choice.
What is your favorite color? Yellow and purple, it’s a toss up.
What is your favorite flower? Magnolias and orchids.
What was the first concert/show you attended? Saosin, Alexisonfire and Norma Jean.
Something you are working on right now: This post.
Have you ever had a near-death experience? Once or twice.
Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early? I am a huge procrastinator and I hate it.
Left or right handed? Right handed.
TV Shows and anime you watch regularly. The Vampire Diaries, Glee, any of the Kardashian shows.
Halloween costume idea for this year? Harry Potter related.
What is your relationship status? No.
Last movie you just watched. Girl, Interrupted.
Your best friend’s name. Andrea, Luis, Cieha, Asia, Claudia.
A song that’s been stuck in your head. Currently, The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars. I hate both that song, and the artist.
A book you want to read/have recently read. I really need to finish the books on my shelf that are collecting dust. I’m working on Betwixt by Tara Bray Smith.
(Source: codename-scarecrow, via mellarks)
March/03/2012 - 8 notes
I feel like I should say something… Like I should speak out and use this muffled voice of mine. I feel like it’s my duty as a friend, a daughter, a sister. As a human. I wish I could use these words and form a safe harbor for all those struggling with this issue, and I wish I could use these words to help those who can’t fathom why we do it, to just… Understand. Self-Harm is not a form of weakness, it is not always a cry for attention and it is not always done by those you would expect. Self-Harm is a disease, a sickness, a daily reminder to ourselves that we aren’t good enough, not strong enough, not able to face our demons without succumbing to harming our bodies. Self-Harm is a way of life, a constant struggle for survival. Self-Harm is the girl who everyone thinks has a perfect life, but is locked in the bathroom as a blade drags across her wrist. Self-Harm is the quiet boy in the corner, wanting to find a place in this world with burns etched into his thighs. Self-Harm is real, and it’s happening.
The photo you see above is of my own scars, some new, some old. 43 in total. 43 times I’ve inflicted pain onto my body in order to stop the pain in my heart. Most of you won’t understand self-harm. You’ll wonder how physical pain can distract us from emotional. You’ll find it disturbing, sickening, attention seeking. You may find us pathetic, delusional, unstable, and weak. We’re used to the slander, the name calling, the pressure, the constant fear of judgment. But despite your opinions on us, we are strong. Despite living in a daily hell, we continue on with our lives, no matter how dim the light may be.
To my brothers and sisters whom stand beside me in this battle, just remember that I love you, desperately so. I hurt when you hurt, I cry when you cry and you are NOT alone. When the world turns its back on you, you will always have a place to come home to. Every day is another chance to beat these demons, to pass over our obstacles. Each and every single day is a new hope and beginning. It won’t be easy; in fact, I can promise you that the worst days have yet to come, but through it all, I will love you and support you.
Stop the bleeding.
February/02/2012 - 3 notes
He’s being a pain in the ass…. T___T
February/02/2012 - 0 notes
It really irritates me when my aunt comes over to wash her clothes. She always ends up taking a shower AND making it so that nobody else can do laundry. It’s beyond annoying, since I’ve yet to bath and have two baskets of dirty clothes that I need washed so I can finish cleaning my room.
