Good fucking job, Jemma. You screwed up once again. Look at you so fucking selfish and caught up in your own fucking world you fucked up. AGAIN. Good job.
Godddamn. Good. Fucking. Job.
i have no interest in small talk tell me about ur childhood and what ur parents are like and how many siblings u have and if u are afraid of death or if u believe in an afterlife and what ur favorite movie is and if u like romantic comedies or horror movies or action movies and what kind of music u like and why and tell me the bands or artists u loved in middle school but are too ashamed to admit to anyone else
Is there anyone who would take me seriously? I’m starting to lose all hope in people honestly.
I don’t need you to just fucking get what I’m saying. I need you to absorb what I’m saying apply the shit I’m saying to your life and pass it on. ‘Cause people don’t fucking get it.
Today, I am especially, thankful for the people who have stuck by me even when I get annoying, rude, selfish, hurtful, and hateful, and especially when I’m hard to love and hard to understand. They’re my “ride or dies” as they say, those I would die for or die with if they need me. And hopefully, they would too. I don’t really know who they are (though I have an idea), but thank you. You gave me a reason to continue on living. You didn’t give up on me. But thank you. You guys are a rare breed to find.
But I don’t see the point of Thanksgiving. It’s just as pointless as Valentine’s Day. Why is it that we choose to celebrate thanking and loving our loved ones on ONE day as opposed to the other 364 days? What makes this day any different? Never have I ever not said “Thank you” to everyone I believe have saved my life, even in the littlest of ways. I wouldn’t be here if not for them. I am so thankful for everyone in my life, even if they’re the reason I hit rock bottom.
In the past month, I’ve been having problems with my best friend. Maybe it’s because I’ve finally seen who she really is and how much we don’t really connect on an intellectual level. And when we were fighting, I still told her I loved her and how thankful for the good memories and how she’s been there for me. I still am. I won’t forget her, but where were my thanks? After all I’ve done for her?
Hey, at least I paid my dues and said all that I needed to say, and that was “Hello. Thank you. I love you.” That’s all anyone really needs to hear, really. And if you can show that in hundreds and thousands of ways, go ahead! It makes it even more special.
But bottom line is, why are we going out of our way now? We could be too late to wait for one holiday. We should go out of our way every day. If it could be just at least one deed a day, that’s fine.
But maybe that’s just me.
George MacDonald (via psych-facts)
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My sister is the kind of person who, if I said, “I’m ready to jump off a bridge,” she’d say, “I’ll go with you.” And I feel that many people need people like that in the world, not because they think they should necessarily die with you, but that they’re ready to go to the ends of the earth with you, even if it meant to die with you.
It doesn’t hurt to know that someone is ready to do that for you.
Just her saying that made me not want to jump off anymore.
I want to live.
I want to live because she’s there for me.