I look sad? Nope, trust me. I'm fine. You see that tear in my eye? Nope, its just a hair, I promise. You see how I'm shaking. I'm just cold, nothing happened, I swear. You think I'm lying? Nope, I'm telling the truth. Trust me, I'm okay. Don't worry about me, you won't understand my fucked up world.
Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things. Well, my favorite things are my iPod and my Kindle. So fact about my iPod: it’s the square nano one. Fact about my Kindle: it has 89 books on it at the moment. Would that be two facts? Or am I supposed to give two facts for each? Did I even answer correctly. Eh, who knows.
1 in 5 teenagers have thought about suicide, about 1 in 6 teenagers have made plans for suicide, and more than 1 in 12 teenagers have attempted suicide in the last year. As many as 8 out of 10 teenagers who have commited suicide tried to ask for help in some way before committing suicide. Reblog this if you're always here to listen.
“Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?”—John Green (via that-is-a-boss-zefron-poster)
I wish I had someone that I could talk to online. Someone who I've never met before, who will listen to my rant endlessly. And I would let them rant endlessly as well. Someone who I could tell my problems to without them being biased. Someone to help me and give advice or just listen. Someone who I can trust. Is that too much to ask? Yeah, I guess it kind of is.