@Jumper-Cable-Guy I remember in my 4th grade, my friends and I loved playing rough games. There's one where you chase yourselves and the one touched on, turns to chase so you only played if you trusted your Sprint speed sth I was a pro at. Everything was moving well not until one of the homies went straight for my right leg instead of pulling my shirt or just slapping my back. I fell so hard and the impact left my forehead bleeding. Tying my best not to cry in front of the girls but everyone was just laughing and sum up the pain, I had to let it all outπππ. The anger became too much to hold, I stood up swinging a blow and landed perfectly on the target leaving me so delighted that I stopped crying immediately. Now it was him weeping, and his was too loud that it caught attention of many teachers in the staffroom so our science teacher came rushing to scene. By the time he reached, I had disappeared and one stud snitched I was hiding in the toilet so he followed me there and whenever he called me out, I flashedπ€£π€£π€£ I remember I made 13 successful flashes then after sometime, he left coz he was tired of my crap. Of course when he left, I also moved out sometime later but it was coming to end of classes but later, I learned he had told my mom about the fight so when I reached home, I don't remember much but the house shacked for some time with sounds of slaps, shoes hitting and saucepans falling and cain. Man, I almost spent a full night massaging my butt cheeks and swore never to sting people's children again.
To people who have depression..
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@XxLil-LolaxX
She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear,
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here.They cut her heart
Right out of her chest,
Making her believe
That the demons knew best.They were always there,
Sometimes just out of sight,
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right.These demons were destructive,
Knocking down the life she knew,
Hating everything about her;
She hated herself, too.These demons can't be seen,
But they're far from fairy tales.
They live inside your mind;
Their evilness prevails.So on the bridge she stood,
About to end the fight.
Then she stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more night. -
@Mickeyyyyy wise you are very wise sir this is very deep
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@XxLil-LolaxX said in To people who have depression..:
@Mickeyyyyy wise you are very wise sir this is very deep
I'm not wise the poet who wrote it was wise πππ..
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@XxLil-LolaxX what do people get by cutting themselves.
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@XxLil-LolaxX very kewl :( Cutting is stoopid and Iβm talking from experience, itβs not worth doin that shit for anything. Ig the bravest thing one can do is to talk about it to someone. Donβt bottle it up...yea ik, easier said than done
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@XxLilLolaxX good
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@Vicky953 I made this do you like it?
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@XxLilLolaxX wow,,cool,,yeah, i like it:)
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@Vicky953 thank you so much
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@XxLilLolaxX your welcome βΊπ
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@Vicky953 i followed you now too
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You were already written it somewhere?
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@oka-ruto hey..why you left the room...??
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I wanna talk to you...
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@Vicky953 p please stop
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@oka-ruto okey
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@Vicky953 t thanks c chu
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May be you busy rn...
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@Vicky953 yes actually Iβm a also s shy t to new p people
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@oka-ruto but we also talked before .,you know that ...