random.facts.about.me..(igotbored)
- i use my middle name cause people stalked me
- i’m 18 and i’m only 5’3”
- i love changing my hair color
- i enjoy piercings
- i can’t wait to get a tattoo
- my favorite colors are lime green and purple
- i love wearing band bracelets (:
- music is my obsession
- dr pepper and root beer are my drug of choice <3
- i don’t have a label
- i don’t dress to impress…i wear whatever is clean xD
- i like meeting random people
- i talk to strangers like its my job
- i get easily distracted by sparkly things
- i <3 rainbows
- i’m against abortion
- i’m bisexual
- i’m a vegetarian
- i’m shorter than my sister whose 4 years younger than me
- i have more friends that are younger than me than my own age
- i’m battling with self mutilation
- i hate how i look
- i love the nightmare before christmas
- i’m a little kid at heart
- i wear my heart on my sleeve
- i regret a lot of things i did in my past but i wouldn’t change any of it cause it made me who i am today
- i pick fights with people who mean a lot to me without realizing it
- i fall way too easily…
- i trust people way too easily
- i’ll probably do another one of these later haha
he attacked me right afterwards lol (:
help me.
i feel like nothing i’m doing is right anymore. i can’t help myself. i can’t help others. whenever i get stressed, the first thing i do is put the blade to my skin. hell, i’ve been razor free for about a week or so…until about 10 minutes ago. i can’t put any pressure on my arm. i haven’t felt this way in such a long time….i feel helpless to pain that i’m causing on myself. the one line “and you bleed just to know you’re alive” that’s like the story of my life. the pain i cause on myself is the only thing that’s reminding me that i’m still living. i’d honestly give anything to just fall asleep and never wake up. people have tried helping me but nothing seems to work anymore. i’m worthless, pathetic, and hell i really can’t fucking do anything right. i’m better off gone.
with every drag that i continue to take i keep thinking to myself “brittany, why haven’t you quit yet?” face it..i’m at the point now that i’m addicted. i know it’s killing me, hell that’s probably why i can’t stop. therapy doesn’t help. “friends” don’t help. all they do is act like they care and judge me as soon as my backs turned then end up denying it straight to my face. my arm is sliced and scared. my past is fucked up, yet there are people who have it worse than i do…worse than i could ever even imagine. but everytime i exhale, i can’t help but wish i was the smoke i’m letting escape from my mouth. visible for the time being, but then being able to disappear moments later, never to be seen again. </3
:/
i have a tendency to hurt myself physically when i’m hurting inside.
