Look at the world through my eyes. I won’t be happy until everything dies.– The Acacia Strain; “Nightman”
Day 16 - Someone not in your state/country
Dear Sara and Claire, You two are quite possibly the nicest, incredibly supportive people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. I’m glad you both came in to my life. You are amazing people. Thank you <3 I love you both, Valerie.
Day 15 - The Person You Miss The Most
Dear Wheeze, :( WE DON’T SEE EACH OTHER AS MUCH AS I WANT TO AND IT IS STARTING TO SUCK! I haven’t seen you since before my birthday. I miss you so much, this is ridiculous. I know we have reason, you have good reasons, as to why we have been busy and unable to hang out. You’re wonderful, and I’m glad things are starting to look up for you. And seriously, we need to...
Day 14 - Someone you've drifted away from.
I can’t think of anyone. There probably are people, but I can’t think of them.
Day 13 - someone you wish would forgive you.
I don’t think there is anyone I feel needs to forgive me? If I have wronged people and I know about it, I’m always sorry. I try and make peace. But I don’t think I’ve caused a need to be wishing for forgivness. I adore my friends and family. They make my life worth every moment <3
I don't understand
Why some people feel it so needed to inform me/others with suicidal tendencies that there are people out there worse off. Do people think we don’t know there are children and adults in third world countries starving, losing their lives, losing their families, being raped, being brutally slaughtered? Seriously. Pointing out how well off I am makes me feel worse about myself. It makes me...
Day 12 - person you hate most/caused you the most...
Dear every single person who has ever bullied me, or will bully me, My schooling years were made hell by you. Just because I didn’t look cute, wasn’t a size 8, didn’t know all the answers you felt the need to take it upon yourselves and point it out to me on a daily basis. You would remind me how stupid and worthless I was. How ugly, fat, disgusting, unloveable I was. How much...
Day 11 - Deceased person you wish you could talk...
Abe, I wish you hadn’t gone when you did. I wish you had found someone to talk to instead of taking your life. Most of all, I wish we were on talking terms…I never got to apologise for being a bitch to you. I never explained thins to you. I miss your hugs. I really do. You were a talented kid gone too soon. I miss you. Love, Valerie.
Day 10 - someone you don't talk to as much as...
Hey, Why did we stop talking? Love, Valerie.
Day 9 - Someone you wish you could meet.
Dear Sylvia Plath, You are, without a doubt, not only my favourite writer - but my hero. ‘Why would she be your hero when she killed herslef?’ some people may feel inclined to ask. But you were someone I can relate to. You wrote with your entire soul. You didn’t write for anyone but yourself. You went through so much bullshit with your asshole husband, you had two beautiful...
Day 8 - Your favourite internet friend.
Dear… I don’t think I have a favourite internet friend. I’ve met pretty much everyone I talk to on the internet :/. But there are a few who make me smile that I haven’t (yet) met. :) So thank you for making me smile my unknown internet friends. Love, Valerie.
Day 7 - Letter to your ex bf/gf/crush/love
Dear ex crush, Why did you have to turn in to a complete and total wank? Just like all the rest… -Valerie.
Keith Buckley; ledgend. →
This is how depression hits. You wake up one morning afraid afraid that...– Elizabeth Wurtzel; Prozac Nation (film).
scar tissue has no character. it’s not like skin. it doesn’t show age or illness...– susanna kaysen (girl, interrupted) *this quote is the reason i kept reading the book, it just completely struck me. (via eternalsun)
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it...– Sylvia Plath (via thesuicidediaries)
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...– Sylvia Plath (via iwriterudewords)
I read about
serial killers and their victims all the time. I’m fine when I read about them, never feel my stomach turn. But as soon as I read about the torture/murder of animals (when it’s for fun, not for food) I have to fight back tears and the urge to throw up. :/
Day 6: A letter to a stranger
Dear Stranger, Since you first came in to my work you stare at me. Not little, subtle stares, but stares so big and hard that I can feel your eyes burning in to my skin. You’re legitamately the most aesthetically attractive guy I’ve ever seen. And now that you have a purple mohawk I’m swooning all over again. You should come through my register more. I wish you had yesterday. ...