Words Hurt It's the people that know you the least who judge you the most.

Can You Relate? -You sit on a towel after taking a shower because you're too lazy to get dressed. -You and your bestfriend say one word to each other and start cracking up. -You hate it when one string on your hoodie is longer than the other -You hate it when people think you like someone who you dearly don't. -You hate when your favorite song comes on the radio while you're pulling in the drive way. -You think that if you turn on the lights you'll be safe. -You hate when your parents take what you said seriously when it was supposed to be funny. -You pretend to be asleep when your parents walk in the room. -You're always tired no matter how much sleep you get. -You use the "sup" head nod -... You just did the nod after reading that. -You put your iPod on shuffle and skip 95% of the songs. (tumblr)

Beauty "To me beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin. It's about knowing and excepting who you are."

Suicide Story Part 3 (Inspired by Tumblr) It's two years later. The whole school talks to counselors and therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into #depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself, she didn't succeed like you did but she tried... Your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms. He cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with #depression and just lays in bed all day. People care, you may not think so but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your #life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. Don't make a permanent decision for a temporary problem. The End

Suicide Story Part 2 (Inspired by Tumblr) The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, but once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think that they were to hard on you. Those mean, popular girls think of all the things they have said to you. That boy that used to tease and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one you told everything to, that broke up with you... He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing that they would have helped you before it was to late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad... Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them. The shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everybody's crying. Your little brother still doesn't know he killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died, it hurts him a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days.