Dear World,
I’ve had enough…please stop. Please…please….please! Please stop it.
Love,
A spot in the world
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Dear World
11 MarDear World,
I know that when I walk outside, trampling on the wet ground, I smile and everyone assumes I’m okay. I know that when I go to class and turn in my assignments and make good marks, everyone assumes I’m okay. I know that I am involved on campus and attend lots of events and everyone assumes I’m okay. I know that I wear Greek Life letters across my chest and have one hundred sisters that care about me and that they all think I’m okay. I know that I call my mother and father and say everything’s fine and that they think I’m okay. But no one ever asks. Not one person asks about the bags under my eyes or why I’m loosing weight. No one asks me why I can’t sleep or why I look like I’m about to break.
If you did ask, I’d tell you. So, someone, anyone, ask me. Please. Ask if I’m okay.
-Anonymous.
P.S. Ask everyone around you, not just girls that fit my life story. Sometimes we just need to be asked.
Dear World
24 NovDear world,
Should we be afraid to fall? Should we have hope in every pain we reach? Are we crazy to dream? Counting on someone could be hard, but everyone’s so afraid to take a risk. May someone give us strength to stand up even if we mess up. Let’s jump into the unknown together. Let’s be spontaneous today without fear of our tommorows. No, don’t regret the past; those scars will surely make you stronger. Be proud of the most far-fetched things you yourself can imagine. That’s what makes you who you are, and dont be afraid to embrace it. It’s time to jump, and with faith you will surely fly.
Dear World
13 NovDear World,
Is this really happening? Do I deserve this happiness? I feel like all my dreams have the potential of coming true. Please don’t trick me into thinking I could be happy soon.
Sincerely,
Hoping this is real
Dear World
10 NovDear World,
Since I’ve thrown away the razor blades and scars have healed, things have been looking up. As much as you hate to see me happy, he loves to see me smile even more.
I love him with all my heart, and I know you’re gonna try to pull us apart. You tried with football season, you’ll try with wrestling season, and you’ll put forth your best efforts when we head off to separate colleges.
I just wanted to let you know that it’s not happening. Although it seems like you’ve forgotten, I’m gonna remind you. Love conquers all. Our love will conquer all. And Payton and I will face the world together.
Sincerely,
Won’t Stop Believin’
Dear World
9 NovDear World,
For the past what feels like forever at 11:11 I’ve made the same wish. It hasn’t come true yet, and I’m not sure that it ever will. Should I give up, or should I keep on wishing?
Signed,
Struggling
Dear World
15 OctDear World,
Will it ever get any better? Will this stress go away, will I finally find something that makes me happy? Will I ever stop crying myself to sleep at night because I can’t take it anymore? Will my roommate finally stop ignoring me for her headphones? I just want to know. I’m trying to stay strong but sometimes it’s really hard. I’m still hoping for the best.
Signed,
About to Break
Dear World
29 JulDear World,
Please give me a break. I could really use some luck right about now.
Crossing my fingers.
Dear World
28 JunDear World,
I’m sorry I make you uncomfortable, but I can’t keep it inside me any longer. My whole life the abuse was hush hush. It was kept behind locked doors and only came out when my sister would have a tantrum, or my dad would leave us somewhere. No one knew what I was going through. I would like to think some of the people who left me stranded in high school would’ve stayed by my side if I had the courage to say what was going on. If I had the strength, but I didn’t. I was scared. I honestly had no idea how to deal with any of the things that were ruining the best years of my life. Peope wondered why I stayed home every night. They wondered why they could never come over. It wasn’t that I didn’t like them. It was that I couldn’t say the things that were happening behind those doors. I couldn’t even be honest with myself. I told myself everything would fade away eventually. That the breaking dishes would cease. That the screaming would cease. That the put downs the crying myself to sleep.
I convinced myself that everything would go away eventually. So I’m sorry world if I make you feel uncomforatble saying things like “I wouldn’t change what happened because it made me stronger” or “My father was bipolar, and he never loved me. That’s why I hate father’s day.” I’m so sorry. But I’m finally comfortable in my own skin. I’ve finally escaped that life style, and so please don’t judge me. I am crying right now thinking about that christmas when I was 8 or 9, and I spent the whole day crying in my room. I wasn’t crying because I didn’t get a toy I wanted but because my father had told me I didn’t deserve anything, that my whole family was worthless and that he never really loved us. I am still healing that wound, and I am not going to hide it anymore. I am proud of who I have become. I now have the courage to be the real me and know that I am worth something.
Sorry,
Dinosaur Girl.
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