i'm an awkward, antisocial teenage girl. my name's Jane. i have social anxiety and i self harm, so i understand how you feel. if you ever need to talk, i'm always here. i'll help in any way that i can through my ask box and kik at never_regret_ i write depressing poems about love and heartbreak. almost all are about my life. i often fangirl about Taylor Swift, Hunter Hayes, Sherlock, and Sweeran. *DISCLAIMER*i do not encourage or promote eating disorders, self harm, and/or suicide. This blog is just a way to get my thoughts out so that i don't explode.

 

thecrow-thecorpse:

zygoats:

im literally always looking at my reflection not because im conceited but because i just think it feels kind strange to have a physical form and im constantly trying to process who and what i am

This. Someone put into words.

So my school's headteacher finally decided to ask a student how they were feeling.

the-queen-procrastinator:

She asked a year eight how often she worries about school, the girl replied “I cry myself to sleep nearly every night”. The girl is about 12 years old.

She will not sit a formal exam for 3 years and yet she is already terrified.

Year 10s were asked what they would like to do for their…

Feminism isn’t about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It’s about changing the way the world perceives that strength.

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boys-and-suicide:

Assumptions are made for all the wrong reasons until the damage is too severe to mend.
She wears long dark sleeves on a boiling 
summer day.
“She’s crazy,” said society.
In the back of the class she sits and the teacher calls on her. In return she stares back with lips placid.
“She’s rude,” said society.
Still, there are cuts and burns distorted across her bare arms and fingers not covered by her sleeves. People start to take notice.
“She’s ugly,” said society.
She keeps to herself and sits alone at lunch. It would seem she is at ease. By the corners of their eyes, kids start to stare. Murmurs start to arise. She acts as if she doesn’t notice.
“No one likes her,” said society.
She takes her pen and puts it to paper. Her fingers tremble across the page. The note reads: “I don’t know why everyone thinks it’s okay to tear me down emotionally but if it was physical that’s wrong. That’s fine, I’ll just do it myself. At least I have the nerve to complete your destruction.”
36 pills lie in her hand. At an instant millions of thoughts burst through her head all at once. At last she pulls the gumption and slips them in her mouth.
“It was all for attention,” said society.
Guilt, grief, and pain built up upon family members and friends.
“We didn’t even see the signs,” everyone pointed out.

boys-and-suicide:

Assumptions are made for all the wrong reasons until the damage is too severe to mend.
She wears long dark sleeves on a boiling 
summer day.
“She’s crazy,” said society.
In the back of the class she sits and the teacher calls on her. In return she stares back with lips placid.
“She’s rude,” said society.
Still, there are cuts and burns distorted across her bare arms and fingers not covered by her sleeves. People start to take notice.
“She’s ugly,” said society.
She keeps to herself and sits alone at lunch. It would seem she is at ease. By the corners of their eyes, kids start to stare. Murmurs start to arise. She acts as if she doesn’t notice.
“No one likes her,” said society.
She takes her pen and puts it to paper. Her fingers tremble across the page. The note reads: “I don’t know why everyone thinks it’s okay to tear me down emotionally but if it was physical that’s wrong. That’s fine, I’ll just do it myself. At least I have the nerve to complete your destruction.”
36 pills lie in her hand. At an instant millions of thoughts burst through her head all at once. At last she pulls the gumption and slips them in her mouth.
“It was all for attention,” said society.
Guilt, grief, and pain built up upon family members and friends.
“We didn’t even see the signs,” everyone pointed out.

potterstargleewho:

pandaimamonster:

that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:

pinknailpolishhh:

classylane:

half of tumblr can’t reblog this
lol.

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I’m ashamed of half of tumblr then…

There should be way more notes on this.

potterstargleewho:

pandaimamonster:

that-sarah-is-such-a-cumberbitch:

pinknailpolishhh:

classylane:

half of tumblr can’t reblog this

lol.

I’m ashamed of half of tumblr then…

There should be way more notes on this.

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