The worst feeling in the world is feeling alone and like your relationship is going down the tubes. I don’t like this. I need an out.

Anonymous said: the problem with religion is it's an argument that proves itself because of how it's set up. it's an argument based on nothing.

Maybe so. But all I’m saying is that people will believe what they want to believe and if you want to believe in pigs flying fucking go for it. I don’t care. I’m just trying to say that I hate when people shit on me for believing in something they don’t.

Everyday of my life.

Everyday of my life.

Can I just die yet? Seriously…

I’m tired of trying to live up to expected high standards that I’ll never meet.

I’m tired of always feeling second best.

Of always feeling like I’m on the back burner.

And ALWAYS feeling like I’m never good enough.

When will it all change/go away?

I’m starting to get really fed up with all this crap. You’re always right, I’m always wrong. You know what’s going to happen, I don’t. You know what’s best for me, I don’t. When truth of the matter is, you should let me learn from my own mistakes. That’s the only way that I’ll learn anything at all.

“I was raped by four men in one evening. I got drunk and tried to say no. What did my predators do? They told me to drink more. They shoved a bottle in my face and told me to keep drinking. Drink till I was drunk enough to fuck them. I blacked out. They urinated on me. They assaulted me. They shoved foreign objects in my body, anally and vaginally. They took videos. I was just 16 years old. The video was sent around my entire school, and I was bullied every single day of my senior year of high school. I lost all of my friends. I was physically and verbally abused by peers and people I once called friends. Someone tried to set me on fire in the hallway during passing period. Nobody sympathized with me. Nobody cared about the fact that because of these events, I was trying to kill myself every single day. I was cutting myself, making myself puke, showering upwards of fifteen times a day because I felt filthy. I was scratching and peeling the skin off of my body because I was dirty. I looked at myself like I deserved what I got. The world saw me as dirty, so I began to see myself that way, too. My rapists were praised by my peers for their deed. I never had a voice. When I first learned about the Steubenville incident going to trial, I was overjoyed. Because Jane Doe’s story was my story, and if anyone deserved justice, it was her. She would get the justice I never got. She would change the tide of the rape culture movement. Despite the horrific events that occurred, I knew that the justice served would help ease her pain. But she didn’t get justice, and now she has to witness this news coverage, favoring and sympathizing with her attackers. Pain is not an accurate word to describe what she is feeling right now. Pain is the simplest term you could use. As a rape victim and an aspiring journalist, I am disgusted with the way this case was reported on. Jane Doe’s rapists deserve their suffering in prison. They deserve more. They do not deserve to be sympathized with. They made their stupid decision, and they deserve whatever consequences come their way. If you don’t want to be labeled as a rapist, don’t fucking rape.”
Anonymous comment left on the CNN petition demanding they apologize for sympathizing with the Steubenville rapists  (via driesvanno-youdidnt)

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I’m tired of people shitting on others for their beliefs. We’re all different. We all have our opinions. But just because I believe in God doesn’t make me a whack job or an idiot. Saying shit like “Christians warship a dead Jew on a stick.” That’s so fucked up. I don’t shit on you because you don’t believe. We’re all people. We’re all going to have our differences. But if you can’t accept that, then how do you ever expect this hateful world to change. We all need to learn to accept people for who they are. I believe. I pray everyday. Especially when I’m down. I believe that my grandparents who passed away years ago are in heaven and are angels who visit me when I need them. Kill me for it. But I can also guarantee that half of the people who are non believers, who had a gun pointed to their faces that they’d get down on their knees and pray to live.