I have never hit reblog so fast in my LIFE.
Don’t wanna finish hw, have fanfics to read
- Self-Written Fanfic Highlights
- Out of the Deep
- Angel’s Wild
- Hunting for Faith
Without further ado (and in her own words)…
I really really miss Castiel’s fluffy hair. That doofus definitely needs to grow out his gorgeous locks and fluff them up a bit. (Then maybe Dean’ll play with it?)
Not much to say, I just needed to say it somewhere.
I haven’t had real sleep most of this week. (I think I’m looking at 15 hrs for this week, including Sunday night). I’ve been almost on the fucking brink of relapsing into cutting the past week and a half/two weeks. This week has been even harder thanks to no sleep.
My mental/emotional state can be described pretty succinctly at this point: on the verge of collapse. What’s been holding me together, honest to fucking god, is that in January I will be meeting Misha Collins and I”d rather be self-harm free when I meet him.
So it’s pretty fucking pathetic right now. Hooray.
I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong.
When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens.
I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit.
Signal boost the fuck out of this
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a spanish person laughing or a german person during sex???
Finnish person struggling to remember what they were about to say next
polish person trying to get themself noticed
portuguese person trying to hush other people
Chinese person trying to do calculations
swedish person wanting to get out of a conversationLanguage is beautiful
Dolly Alderton (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)
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