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You were my cup of coffee. I stopped drinking coffee now.

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How can other people easily put the blame to the sexually assaulted victim? How dare you?! Get yourself sexually assaulted and let's see if you can "victim-blame" yourself! You gettin' me mad, man. Just shut the fuck up. You know nothin unless it happens to you.

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Don't do it.

Suicide. The statistics is sadly getting higher as days, months, and years go by. And it's heart breaking. Nowadays, there are more reasons why some people are urged to do it. It may be bullying, feeling out of place, feeling you're not good enough, feeling you never do anything right, and a lot more reasons. I, for instance, just want the hurt to end. I couldn't remember actually how many times I walked up to the 7th floor of our college building and looked down. Looked down and thought of letting go, that if I jump, that's it. It's over. How many times I wondered if I'm really going to die if I cut my wrists or what other ways I can do it without feeling one more hurt. You see, I was bullied during elementary and even more during high school. I had no one, I tried looking for help but was laughed at instead. I never belonged to any group, I had no real friends, and when I finally thought I had one they threw me away because I don't have anything to offer them anymore. I was useless. Do you know how it feels like to be invisible? To be there when your old set of friends are inviting all the people around you, except you? When you see a photo of them eating out and having fun, without you? You thought they were your friends but it turns out they're not. You'll say this is just drama, looking for attention post. But what do you know? Nothing. Yes, that's right. You know nothing because you never experienced these things. You never know how it feels like not to belong, not to matter. You'll never know because you're not me, you're not us. Up until now, from time to time, suicide comes to mind. But you know what? No. Don't do it. I guess, if there's one thing I learned from my experience is this: LIFE DOES GET BETTER. And suicide? Its taking the pain away from you but handling it to the people who genuinely cares about you and loves you. Yes, they exist. I know you feel alone, and believe me I how it feels to be alone, but there are people who cares, people who love, and they look at you, and though they may be silent, they actually see you. Some you already met and most you are yet to meet. So why give up now? Why waste the possibility of having a good life? You will never know if you quit now. I encourage you to continue fighting, to continue hoping, and to never lose faith that good things will happen and that you'll eventually meet your people. There is love out there. There are people who cares. There is happiness and bliss. You'll find it, though some times you'll have to look a little harder. What we experienced or experiencing is NOT just a phase, what we are feeling is valid and it belongs to us. And we have the power over it. To the bullies: stop making fun of other people. Words are just words but it does have an impact. Think before you speak, think before you click, think before you do anything stupid. I hope you'll never feel how you make us feel, you'll never like it.

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Many strong girls have similar stories: They were socially isolated and lonely in adolescence. Smart girls are often the girls most rejected by peers. Their strength is a threat and they are punished for being different. Girls who are unattractive or who don’t worry about their appearance are scorned. This isolation is often a blessing because it allows girls to develop a strong sense of self. Girls who are isolated emerge from adolescence more independent and self-sufficient than girls who have been accepted by others. Strong girls may protect themselves by being quiet and guarded so that their rebellion is known by only a few trusted others. They may be cranky and irascible and keep critics at a distance so that only people who love them know what they are up to. They may have the knack of shrugging off the opinions of others or they may use humor to deflect the hostility that comes their way.

Mary Pipher, Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls (via fyp-psychology)

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You know this girl. Her hair is neither long nor short nor light nor dark. She parts it precisely in the middle. She sits precisely in the middle of the classroom, and when she used to ride the school bus, she sat precisely in the middle of that, too. She joins clubs, but is never the president of them. Sometimes she is the secretary; usually, just a member. When asked, she has been known to paints sets for the school play. She always has a date to the dance, but is never anyone’s first choice. In point of fact, she’s nobody’s first choice for anything. Her best friend became her best friend when another girl moved away. She has a group of girls she eats lunch with every day, but God, how they bore her. Sometimes, when she can’t stand it anymore, she eats in the library instead. Truth be told, she prefers books to people, and the librarian always seems happy to see her. She knows there are other people who have it worse—she isn’t poor or ugly or friendless or teased. Of course, she’s also aware that the reason no one teases is because no one ever notices her. This isn’t to say she doesn’t have qualities. She is pretty, maybe, if anyone would bother to look. And she gets good enough grades. And she doesn’t drink and drive. And she says NO to drugs. And she is always where she says she will be. And she calls when she’s going to be late. And she feels a little, just a little, dead inside. She thinks, You think you know me, but you don’t. She thinks, None of you has any idea about all the things in my heart. She thinks, None of you has any idea how really and truly beautiful I am. She thinks, See me. See me. See me. Sometimes she thinks she will scream. Sometimes she imagines sticking her head in an oven. But she doesn’t. She just writes it all down in her journal and waits. She is waiting for someone to see.

Gabrielle Zevine Zevin, Love Is Hell (via wordsnquotes)

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Reblog if you were ever bullied.

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How do you even begin to get over someone who was your favorite part to the day?

How do you get up and move on when your heart is still invested in one person?

How do you go on dates and give anyone a fair shot when you just wish it was them the whole time?

The honest truth is I’m at a loss for words and I don’t know where to go or what to say or how I’m going to move on from you.

Because as much as I need to move on part of me isn’t ready to.

Everyone says there are so many other people out there. But when you meet the right person or the person you think is the right one, it’s hard to live your life knowing they are out there and the only one you want is them.

How do you just turn off love so simply like it isn’t something that’s consuming you?

How do you erase someone from your mind when they are every thought no matter how busy you are or try to be?

How do you erase someone from your heart when you didn’t choose to fall in love with them?

They are every thought before your eyes even open and every last thought before they shut and without even being able to control it, they meet you in dreams you wish were a reality.

They are still the ones you want to talk to every day. The ones you want to turn to when things go wrong or things go right.

They are simply everything. How do you make that go away?

Because if it’s true that distance makes the heart grow fonder then the separation will just make that love you aren’t supposed to fall into, deeper.

I shouldn’t want someone who doesn’t want me. I shouldn’t want someone who has made pain feel so comfortable in my life.

You’re the last thing I should want but you’re also the only thing I want.

And every day without you in it feels like a marathon of my life in your absence.

So I don’t know how to make that go away.

And everyone says time will heal any aching heart but right now in this moment, everything hurts.

And I want it to stop.

But there’s a hope to this sadness that consumes me, I find comfort in knowing someone like you exists in the world.

And if love was a choice and you told me, all this would end in a puddle of my own tears, I don’t think I’d change anything about it.

Because you awoke a heart that was afraid to feel anything so deeply.

You taught me how to love again and you’ll be the same person who teaches me how to fall out of it.

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com)

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Happiness is like a drug. Once we get a taste of it, we end up wanting more. And just like any addict, we will do everything just to have it again.

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Book of the week: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

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I wish I can be selfish. I wish I can stop thinking more about other people and start thinking more about myself. I wish I can always choose to be happy without feeling guilty. I wish to be free from this broken heart. I wish I can love myself more, I wish I can choose me. I wish I can let go

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Nae Sarang

Maybe someday the world will get to know That a love like ours existed That we made each other smile and laugh That we fought for our right to love That we chose each other for how many times That though the world is cruel to us We made it through, my love.

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“I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of trying to be happy when I’m not. I’m tired of being a waste of space. I’m tired of trying to exist. I’m tired of being everyone’s second choice. I’m tired….maybe it’s time to end everything huh?

iriswvst  (via wordsnquotes)

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Do you even crave for me The way I crave for you? Do you constantly seek for my attention The way I do? Or is it all just me? Wanting you? Missing you? Loving you? Tell me, because I need to know Not for validation, I dont need it No, I dont. I don't need it Not as much as I need your love.

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Merry Christmas from Familia Montneigr to you :) HAHAHA #NocheBuena #Villa642