We are no longer lovers as much as it hurts to say.
You and I are not suited for each other.
Time has come for us to let go.
Monday April 15, 2013 best day of my life. I met Kat Von D at Barnes & Noble in Union Square (NYC). A day she will never remember , a day I will never forget. She was very sweet and laid back. You can see how kind she is just by looking straight in to her eyes. She is my inspiration and here is why: I have contemplated the thought of suicide many times in my short 20 years. I had it rough growing up from baby sitting and being neglected by my father to sexual harassed by a family member and being humiliated by my own mother . My life hasn’t been easy so I know what is like to take a razor and feel it ripping your skin. I know what is like to beat yourself up for thinking that everything is your fault and you know who else understand that sort of pain? Kat. I found out about Kat when I was 15, at first I fell in love with her tattoos and her style but slowly as I learned about her I started falling in love with her spirit. She has been down beyond the gutter, alone, hurt, addicted but she was able to make her way back to the surface and fight for her right to be free of her addiction and to break free of her dark past. Just like her I knew since I was little that art was the only thing that would keep me sane. I submerged myself in art, it was my only safe haven. Just as she did. And that is something that made me like her more, the fact that she knew what it felt like. Reading her books has been a real help. Her writing has taught me that there is no way to move forward if you keep victimizing yourself. That was something I would always do, I kept victimizing myself and questioning my bad luck but her books inspired me to stop doing that and start living. Maybe some of you won’t understand but people that have been in a similar position will understand why it made me so happy to finally meet her. Sadly I couldn’t thank her for all the good things her words did for me but I hope that she knows the amount of good she is doing just by being herself.
(Source: vetealinfiernoimbecil)
Monday April 15, 2013 best day of my life. I met Kat Von D at Barnes & Noble in Union Square (NYC). A day she will never remember , a day I will never forget. She was very sweet and laid back. You can see how kind she is just by looking straight in to her eyes. She is my inspiration and here is why: I have contemplated the thought of suicide many times in my short 20 years. I had it rough growing up from baby sitting and being neglected by my father to sexual harassed by a family member and being humiliated by my own mother . My life hasn’t been easy so I know what is like to take a razor and feel it ripping your skin. I know what is like to beat yourself up for thinking that everything is your fault and you know who else understand that sort of pain? Kat. I found out about Kat when I was 15, at first I fell in love with her tattoos and her style but slowly as I learned about her I started falling in love with her spirit. She has been down beyond the gutter, alone, hurt, addicted but she was able to make her way back to the surface and fight for her right to be free of her addiction and to break free of her dark past. Just like her I knew since I was little that art was the only thing that would keep me sane. I submerged myself in art, it was my only safe haven. Just as she did. And that is something that made me like her more, the fact that she knew what it felt like. Reading her books has been a real help. Her writing has taught me that there is no way to move forward if you keep victimizing yourself. That was something I would always do, I kept victimizing myself and questioning my bad luck but her books inspired me to stop doing that and start living. Maybe some of you won’t understand but people that have been in a similar position will understand why it made me so happy to finally meet her. Sadly I couldn’t thank her for all the good things her words did for me but I hope that she knows the amount of good she is doing just by being herself.
(Source: vetealinfiernoimbecil)
Today my mom confessed one of my sister’s who her real father is.
She thought another man was her father all this time. I’ve kept the secret since I was very young and would always tell my mom that it would be best if she confessed earlier. My sister has been sad, crying all day.
I didn’t know what to say. I felt so bad, she knew that i already knew about the secret because once she asked me about him my eyes widened. I couldn’t lie to her so I told her everything I could remember about her biological father. He was probably the greatest man my mom has ever loved and he loved her very much. I remember he would always come home with tons of candy for me and my siblings and flowers for my mom.He liked giving her gifts to show how much he loved her. Sadly he died a little before my sister turned 2. The local drug dealers started shooting at a group from another neighborhood and one of the bullets hit him. I remember my mother being really crushed, she had finally found a man who truly loved her and valued her but lost him before they could even start a life together. He was a great guy and if he was still alive I’m sure he would have loved my sister as much as he loved my mom.
I think my sister might have some siblings back in Colombia, that’s were her dad was from. Hopefully one day she will meet them and hopefully they will love her.
(Source: amonstercameoutofyourcloset, via vetealinfiernoimbecil)
I keep wanting to die.
Every day that passes by my desire to no longer exist grows.
I can’t take this anymore.
