Anybody that can either get me to Birmingham from Southampton on the 25th, or Huddersfield from Birmingham/Southampton on the 26th gets some major cuddles and love (+ petrol money!)
It’s my 18th birthday on the 26th and I really don’t want it to suck like all my previous ones (minus my 16th) haha.
Anonymous said: Hey just read your post and i think you're amazing for posting something that hurtful to even write let alone open it up to the world, i'm currently helping my friend louise through almost the same thing and she too seems broken, lost and empty. I know i'm a stranger but i just wanna say i'm proud of you as one human to another and i hope you find peace in this world x
This genuinely made me cry haha. It means so much to have something like this said to me by a stranger.
Keep helping your friend, be there for her, she needs it. Don’t give up. Remind her everyday she’s worth more. And you stay strong too.
I felt like it was time I wrote something about this as I finally feel like I can. This is an extremely personal thing to me that I find really difficult to talk about. Even this I am finding humiliating. But I need a little bit of closure.
These photos were taken a few months ago. These are what happened after I was “too friendly” with someone. It was a normal conversation between friends, but my boyfriend didn’t like it. This wasn’t the first time he’s lashed out. Nor was it the last. (I apologise to friends for these photos who didn’t realise the extent of it - I hid it well).
As the people who are close to me will know, this was going on for some time. Every little thing I done wrong, he would put me back in my place. Remind me why i’m not good enough but that he’ll put up with me anyway. He made me think I was lucky to have him. And I believed him. I wouldn’t admit what he was doing to me because that meant I would have to deal with it.
He put me in hospital. He broke my ribs. I believed every lie that left his lips, I covered for him. I lied for him. I lost most of my friends because of him. He completely destroyed me, bit by bit until there was nothing left. I was simply an empty shell of a person and I knew it. I was self destructive. I am self destructive.
Despite all this, I left him. I couldn’t do it anymore. It was a messy breakup, and a few later encounters but I believe that for now, I am free of him. I am free of his insecurities and now I only have to deal with my own. Sure enough, I still flinch, i’m still scared. But i’m free. Nobody else wants to hurt me in the way he did. Unfortunately it’s not easy to get over something like this, and i’m not sure i ever will. But I can move on and I will, in time.
I hope that everybody else suffering in a similar situation can get out quick. Don’t believe his/her lies, you’re worth more than that. Believe me, you can do it. I did.