Why, I ask myself, am I even posting a new blog when my last, oh, THREE have barely had any comments what so every.... hmmm.... What shall be done with that issues....?

How are you beautifuls doing? It is SO close to October! I will admit, only to you all, that I am terrified of the month October. Childish it may seem - but oh boy I am a child whom keeps light among light on during october. My phone has been fucking retarted the past week or so. It SAYS I'm sending out texts - but, I will go back and re-check to make sure...and all that it does it put a little 'Z' next to the message.. never sending the damned things out. >_< I am sorry to thhose who I have grown fond off && can not communicate with because of this unknown phone issue! I need your girls input; What should my next post be about?
This post will be my ALL-TIME favorite photos.
It hit me all at once. The pain. The anguish. The horror. The hatred.
Most people cry, I couldn't. Most people break down, I wouldn't.
I did the only thing I knew how to do, I shut myself down completely.
And in that moment I reached my ultimate goal; I didn't feel a thing.
That moment I stopped living. - Jenny Leigh

I want to be beautiful in whatever I feel comfortable in.
But there are things you must accept as said and done
There are truths you must learn to confront
You can pray all night and day
You'll always wake the same person in the same place







A speical shout-out because this picture made me think of YOU;

DESSIE!
And steph-neee girl, I already read this and think of you...
True friendship isn`t about being there
when it`s convenient;
it`s about being there when it`s not.
All of a sudden I understood why people commit suicide. They felt the same kind of pain and blackness I was feeling, and they had to rip it out because they couldn't stand it any longer. If that meant they had to kill themselves, who cared? The pain was unbearable, and they had to get rid of it any way they could. It wasn't one of those things I wanted to understand, but I didn't have a choice. What was weird about it was that there was something comforting about knowing I could commit suicide. If everything became too hopeless, I had a way out.
Sorry girls... I'm just in one of those.... 



... kind of moods.