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First published January 15, 2016


















"I wanted to be somebody.
I wanted to be somebody to him."

"Jesse and I would always be opposites.
Two people connected in the unlikeliest of ways.
Contrary forces acting complimentary.
Fire and water.
Absent and present.
Dead and alive.
Light and dark.
Always and never."
"Beautiful boys like him didn't hang out with ugly girls like me. No matter his candor. I couldn't ignore that I knew he was better than me. And that I should've considered it a privilege he was still there. "











"I wanted to be somebody. I wanted to be somebody to him."I’m fine with her taking charge of her life and deciding to do something this huge and life changing, but she did it all for the wrong reasons and lost the weight in the wrong way. She would starve herself and exercise three times a day. She lost 17 pounds in one week and according to an expert, Lauren Slayton, M.S., R.D, “you’re probably not going to be able to lose more than three or four pounds a week.” Yes, I know this is only one expert’s opinion but it just goes to show how she wasn’t living a healthy life.
“Oh, you’re sad? Take a pill. Oh, you’re mad? Have a hit. Oh, you’re happy? Take another drink. Exist. And when that became too much to handle, numb it. Live. And when that became too much to cope with, numb it. Fight. And when that became too much to bear, numb it. Since when did living our lives become something we had to dull down?”Mental illness is not something we should look over. It may be scary to speak or even think about but if you are feeling depressed, suicidal, anxiety, or are suffering from abuse, bullying, or any other crises please talk to someone, visit the websites below, or call a helpline. Please reach out to someone who can help.


Beautiful boys like him didn't hang out with ugly girls like me. No matter his candor, I couldn't ignore that I knew he was better than me. And that I should've considered it a privilege he was still there.
My general outlook on life is pretty fucking abysmal. Sunflowers are nice. Cigarettes are good too. Beer, weed, a bike ride in the fall, Rx Bandits and Less Than Jake, laughing until your cheeks hurt, and Charlie: those are all good things.
The rest is shit.
My chin quivered but I refused to cry. „I frustrate you, right?“ I whispered.
„And I make you sad,“ he said.
„I'm no one,“ I retorted.
His eyes glossed over. „And I'm nothing.“
It's not supposed to be comfortable. It's supposed to tug, tear, pull your hair, beat you senseless, and challenge everything you know. It's supposed to tickle, it's supposed to rip your guts out and serve them to you on a platter.
That's what progress is all about. We arrive on the other side with the knowledge of how we got there, never forgetting the struggle.
There's always going to be a story behind massive change.
That's how beauty is created.
The trick is remembering.






