So...
I swear a lot
I take a billion selfies but still don't feel pretty.
I spend too much time over thinking everysinglelittlething.
I'm kind of really a bitch.
Socializing gives me anxiety.
I had a panic attack in the mall today.
I'm kind of a total fucking mess.
I am Kellie Lees.
My links are usually songs, occasionally videos that help me get by when i am horribly down. Others are the ones that Nelson prescribes. I like those best. Most of the time. I really appreciate the feedback i get from you all.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZR8fI3xoHF8
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
Honestly my heart feels like it is shattering...
Every time I see you, hear you or think of you, it hurts me.
You don't love me anymore and I hate it...
I hate knowing that I'll never again be held by you...
Never be kissed by you...
I hate knowing that I'll never feel your lips tickle my ear when you tell me you love me while I lie beneath you...
I hate knowing that I will never be able to say "we've been together since high school"
You promised me forever and then you took that promise and ripped it from the seams...
You broke my heart and shattered my happiness....
I will never forgive you....
Every time I see you, hear you or think of you, it hurts me.
You don't love me anymore and I hate it...
I hate knowing that I'll never again be held by you...
Never be kissed by you...
I hate knowing that I'll never feel your lips tickle my ear when you tell me you love me while I lie beneath you...
I hate knowing that I will never be able to say "we've been together since high school"
You promised me forever and then you took that promise and ripped it from the seams...
You broke my heart and shattered my happiness....
I will never forgive you....
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Instructions
In third grade, a girl
at my new school told me "if you weren't so weird, people would play with
you"
In fourth grade, a boy
punched me in the face and said, “You’re a freak. You should work on that.”
In fifth grade, a girl
came up to me and said "if you cut and maybe dyed your hair, we could be
friends"
In sixth grade, a boy
told me "if you lost weight and wore makeup, you would be pretty."
In seventh grade,
people told me, “You should go kill yourself, you’re a freak”
In eighth grade, people
told me, "You should swallow some pills and slit your wrists."
In ninth grade, a boy
said "The sex is great, don't get me wrong, but nobody could ever love a
bitch with a bunch of nasty ass scars."
In eleventh grade,
people told me "you should drink bleach and be the next Amanda Todd. Life
would be better for everyone"
In twelfth grade, I
said: I've had enough.
I have tried so god damn hard to be good enough
for everyone.
I’ve followed their instruction booklets and
done exactly as they said, but somewhere along the way, I lost the only
important instruction manual.
The one that told me how to be happy.
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