I am the one who does not speak. Society speaks for me.
I stopped giving a shit two months ago. It was crazy really, it was useless, it was reckless, it was dangerous. My story? A girl too beauteous for her own good, and too promiscuous for her age? I fit the mold that society put me in; I drink what they put in front of me, I smoke what they roll up for me, I say what they whispered for me to. I tried to own myself. Tried to say no. Tried to stay away. But it didn’t work.
So its chill. Who doesn’t like nonstop youth?
Source: jumpingofthebridge
“Sometimes I forget how to feel. It’s quite funny actually.
I’ve learned how to deal without money, power, love.
That’s me in that picture. I’m like…way stoned in that photo. That was the perfect day; I was with Thomas. Thomas is a good person, far too good for me. But somehow, someway, he deals with me. Well, dealt. He found someone who is good to him, and doesn’t make bad decisions. That same day was the day I learned how to push my feelings into the depths of my being. And sometimes, as I said before, I forget how to feel. So blame it on Thomas.”
(via virgine-suicides)
Source: talkskinny2me
“Hi, I’m Samantha. No one calls me that though, they call me Sami the slut, or SS.
I was broken into a million pieces from what people thought about me, and when I say broken- I don’t mean like…depressed. I mean that I was crushed, pressed down into the mold that my peers wanted me to be in. So they want to have me be in this blog or something….like- okay. So I’m Sami the Slut, or SS I guess. Here’s my story.”
(via this-my-summer-paradise)
Source: weheartit.com
