So I went over to my boyfriend’s house tonight, and we decided to go night swimming. Well, we were kissing and grinding and all that in the pool and suddenly he just hugs me to him and says ‘I love you, and I’m glad you’re mine’ and when he said that I leaned in towards his ear and said ‘mine’ in the same voice as those seagulls from Finding Nemo and then he did it back and we basically sat in the pool shouting ‘MINE!’ at each other for a solid minute.
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Who is this? I get a million requests because of groups I run haha
look what we have here
i have legitimately never laughed harder and for as long in my entire life
I sat here until my eyes glazed over and then was thinking ‘this is so dumb its just three wells’ and then
I can finally say I love my course, work is great most of the time and things are falling into place! Seeing great things for the future- so excited to dive into it!!!!
This is extraordinarily sad :(
Hairdresser: do you like it?
Me: yes thank you
*goes home and cries*
Ok so I made this video because I was bored and I wanted to tell my story. I’m 14 years old and I live with an alcoholic, my dad, he’s been drinking ever since I was a little kid. He isn’t a funny drunk or a nice drunk, he’s mean, really mean. When I was like 7, somewhere around there, I could come home from school, sit on the couch, and talk about my day with him, but now I can’t even ask him if I can go to a friends house without him yelling at me. He calls me and my mom names. When I was younger he used to take it out on my brothers, I think that was before I was born because I don’t remember it. When my brothers moved out I guess my dad thought I was old enough and started to take his anger out on me, I was in 6th grade. That’s when I started to get insecure, depressed, and antisocial. My dad drinks because he thinks it’s relaxing and he thinks he deserves it after a long day at work. When he’s drunk a man that I am completely terrified of comes out, he calls me all kinds of names from whore, slut, bitch, fat, ugly, worthless, stupid, money hungry, cunt, waste of space, etc. One night he told me that I could kill myself and nobody would care, since that day I’ve been convinced that it was true, no matter who told me it wasn’t I just wouldn’t let myself believe that people might actually care. I remember one night he told me that he hopes I get brain cancer, I will NEVER forget that night, it’s permanently itched into my brain and it replays over and over again every single fucking day. Then theres the night I had a really bad anxiety attack to the point where I actually couldn’t breath and I knew I was about to pass out, he started laughing. Even thought I’m terrified of him, I stand up to him, if he calls me something or my mom something I won’t take that shit, I’ll yell at him and I’ll take all the insults he can throw at me, and I’ll take him getting up in my face and me shaking because I’m so scared that he’s gonna hit me, but I will not let him call my mom anything. I sit up at 4-5am thinking about all the shit he’s said to me and how I wish I was dead, I end up crying myself to sleep most of the time. The littlest things set me off and just knowing that I have a blade in my room triggers me. Another night I’ll never forget was the night my dad pushed my mom so far over the edge she swallowed a shit load of pills and was taken away in an ambulance, I was like 9 so I had no idea what was going on. My dad has ruined my life, I’m antisocial, depressed, suicidal, insomniac, and I have the worst fucking anxiety. My anxiety is so bad that if I wake up late for school I’ll have a anxiety attack and start crying, but at the same time my depression is there telling me to go back to sleep, that I’m not missing anything. Everyday I wake up, lay in bed, and decide if I actually wanna get up and be face to face with the man I hate. I miss a lot of school because I can’t find the energy to actually get up in the morning. I’m a week clean because of this amazing guy I met. His name is Chase and he means the world to me. Chase makes me the happiest I’ve been in a long time. That saying where they say “boys don’t love sad girls” isn’t true, Chase knows my story and he still loves me as much as he did before he knew. He may live 969 miles away, but he still makes me so fucking happy. My best friend Kenzie, my boyfriend Chase, and my mom give me the strength to wake up everyday and go through the struggle that is my life, and yes, I still am majorly depressed, they just make my life bearable. I’m recovering and I wouldn’t be anywhere if it wasn’t for these 3 amazing people. I’m pretty sure without them I’d be dead.