So, not to offend anyone, but gays speak out about equal rights. They want to be seen as equal. They complain about us “straights” segregating them. Putting them into an obvious category. Is it really us, though? It seems like it’s all (most) gays talk about. They make a gay joke about themselves at least once a day. They work that topic into their lives all the time. Put up pictures with gay pride. TAG EVERY PHOTO ON TUMBLR, INSTAGRAM, TWITTER, any other social site as “#GAY”. If you want to be seen as equal, then be equal. You don’t see me parading my sexual orientation. If I did, you guys would be like “So what- annnnd?” Same goes for you. Just live your life. Can you go a week without mentioning your sexual preference? It’s like it’s something you obsess over. A hobby. Something to brag about instead of just BEING. You’re gay- not something special. Doesn’t make you more interesting. Just makes you human- and you should be okay with me saying that…because that’s what being seen as an equal is.
You’re sitting at your desk (on tumblr), and you know it’s time to go. (Go to the store for ice cream, that is.) You’ve said that to yourself over a million times, but this time you know, for sure, is real. (Fer Sure Maybe, Fer Sure NOT.) You’re tired… you’re just so very tired. You’re parents pissed you off (Oh, because no one else has that issue?) , like school wasn’t bad enough today. (Oh, you’re in school? Sorry, I thought I was dealing with an old person, here.) You go to get the rope, (COOL) or the knife, (cake?) or the gun (because every home is equipped with them, and your parents like to keep these around for you) or whatever you choose to use because you’re that desperate. (desperate housewife…) You’re ready. (for sex) You think of it as some game… (Risk, Trouble, Sorry!…All the things kind of pertaining to this pathetic theme) the first one dead is the one who wins. (I love this part…ANYWAY) No ones home, it’s the perfect time. (Except, this is a cry out for help, so I’m sure you’d prefer they were there. Besides, I thought your parents pissed you off after school…wait…and they’re not there. Cool, you’re a liar, too.) You’re ready. (FOR SEX) If you don’t do it, you’re gonna look down on yourself even more forever. (…) You’re just going to hate yourself even more. (better to hate yourself and make other hate you as well…) No one knows, no one will know… until tomorrow. (WAIT, you get to be home fucking ALONE?! ALL NIGHT. I’m 18 and I still can’t be home alone for more than 5 hours. LUCKY. BITCH. Life is SO terrible for you, eh?) Instead of getting a paper and a pen, you get the video camera out, along with a chair. (Oh, a nerd. This explains more.) You’re standing on the chair. (Computer chair? Be careful. Might slip and break your ne- oh, never mind…) You decided to go with the rope… (OR MAYBE IT WAS MRS. WHITE IN THE LIBRARY WITH THE BAT!?) you’re gone instantly and there will be no noise. (Except for you gasping for breath, some breaking bones, and you crying because you just realized how fucking STUPID you are.) One side of the rope is tied to the top of your fan and the other is already around your neck. (Glad you can tie a noose.) You’re in tears, you know it’s for real this time. (FO’ REAL!) You turn on the video camera and just stare at the red light blinking upon your eyes. (Upon? Okay, Shakespeare. Let’s put beautiful words in disgustingly ignorant sentences. Mk, Moving ON.) You start to mumble out a few words. “Mom and dad, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m sorry, but I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore. Please don’t blame yourself, please. I love you both, and tell my siblings the same. I’ll see you all soon.” (Why not call them and talk to them? If you’re bold enough to end yourself, you should be bold enough to talk about this shit, especially since you’re being dramatic as FUCK.) You say sorry to your best friend because you know you won’t be there for him anymore when he needs you more than ever. (Mk, selfish prick. Why not invite him with you? SUICIDE PARTY. You bring the rope, man, I’ll bring the cyanide!) You say sorry to everyone you could think of… even yourself. (Mk, if you were really sorry you wouldn’t be doing this. Sorry is something you say after you make the mistake, not during.) You’re sorry for not being strong anymore. (Strong and tall enough to tie a rope to a fan and commit?) You’re sorry for breaking down. (Because it’s unheard of…) You’re sorry for putting them through so much pain in their life. (…Which THIS will stop all their pain??? …when you could be apologizing in person and makingamenda…) You stare, once again, at the red light blinking upon (COOL.) your eyes. One foot is off the chair now as you begin to mouth the word goodbye. (…) You have the remote control to turn off the camera in your hand. (Wow, you must be poor. A remote to a camera? Spoiled brat.) You clicked (click) the off button and as soon as you see that light go off, you go off. (Teehee, GET off. c; ) Both feet are now off the chair… (Oh, reallyyyyy?) the chair is on the floor… (COOL.) the room is filled with silence. You’re dead. You’re gone. There is no going back. (This is where the post should have ended for dramatic effect…) Everything is over. You don’t have to live in pain anymore… but everyone else will. (Yeah, the pain you said you didn’t like causing them.) What are your parents going to think? (Who cares? You’re DEAD? Keep in mind you won’t be thinking ANY of this. You won’t be thinking anything of anything. You’re DEAD. Get a clue.) What about your little brother, or little sister? (A big family? Wow. Big ol’ no love, there.) What are they going to do? You’re gone. (…) You’re dead. (Oh, are youuuu?) There is no going back. (MK, I GOT IT.) You ended your life because the person of your dreams only thinks of you as friends. (Wow- no one else is going through this…) You ended your life because that one teacher was harder on you than anyone else in the class because she knows you’re the only one that is going somewhere in life. (LOLJK, not anymore. Oh, and a hard teacher. WOOOOW. Good reason…FUCKING NOT.) Your parents are home. (Wait…is it the next day?) They call your name telling you their (*they’re) home, just like they normally do when they get home (Oh, a family that notices you and like to let you know that they’re there? SO terrible.) …. but something’s different. You don’t answer. (Wait- and you acknowledged them? You sound so melancholy.) They get worried… (Oh, they doooo?) you always answer. They come upstairs thinking your (*you’re) sleeping or showering. (*taking a shower.) Your mom opens your bedroom door and screams at the top of her lungs. She instantly passes out. (Oh noes!) Now your little brother comes up after her. He screams “DADDY HELP!!!!” (Ah, so, he’s YOUNG. Meaning, your family’s been together a while now…) He runs over to you(*,) hitting your leg(*,) begging you to wake up. “WAKE UP, WAKE UP. PLEASE STOP WAKE UP”. But you don’t answer, you’re not waking up. (Oh, reallyyyyyy?) You’re gone. (OH FUCKING REALLY?!) You’re dead. (AH, OKAY COOL, DIDN’T GET THAT YET.) There is no going back. (…) Your dad comes running upstairs and all he could (*can) do is stare. He watches his baby girl swing back and forth on a rope. (WAIT. She’s still swinging?? I thought they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. If she was still swinging, I’m 98% that means she isn’t dead, yet, and he should pull her off the fucking rope.) He sees the video camera and he sees the chair. But he doesn’t move. He’s stiff as a board. He cries…. Your dad NEVER cries. (Wait, how do you know this?) He picks up the phone and calls 911. He can barely get the words “My daughter committed suicide” out of his mouth. Your little sister stares at your dad. Your dad hangs up and your little sister jumps into your dad’s arms, (anyway) crying harder than ever. She’s too young to understand completely, but she knows you’re gone. (Oh, and even YOUNGER child? Such an unstable family life.) You’re dead. There is no going back. Everything is over. (Excuse me as I cross out the fucking dumb shit I’ve read over and over.) The cops finally arrive. They push your dad and sister out of your room and sit them in the living room. (…they’ve been watching you…?) They take your body down off the ropes (…thought there was only one…) and lay you on the stretcher. They cover your body and out you go… just like that. You’re gone. You’re dead. There’s no going back. Nothing is the same. Two weeks have passed and your mom still stares out the window more than half of the day. (Bitch should be cooking dinner.) Your little sister still hasn’t returned to school. (Nice. She’s obviously milking it- and she doesn’t even understand. Also, preschool is SO rough, huh?) Your dad is forced to go to work so he can pay all the bills for your wake and funeral. Eventually, they found to strength to go into your room. (…Even though they stayed there while the cops arrived…) Your door hasn’t been open for months. The rope is still laying on the floor and the video camera is still sitting on the table. (Too bad the cops would have taken the rope, and more than likely the camera…?) They don’t even dare to watch the video, it will never be seen. (EXCEPT- by the cops…?) They slowly pick up (ewh) the rope and throw it in the garbage. (…) Chills run up their spine, your mom basically in tears. (Why is the whole family there? “Hey kids, family time.) They brush off your bed, making it neat… (All of them are making your bed?) like they used to do every morning after you went to school. Your bed was made and your room was clean. They shut the door, and it remained (*remains) shut. Your school is still in distress. (Mk.) You thought no one cared, and you thought no one noticed you. (…) The girl that said no to being your lab partner, yeah she cuts every single night now because she thinks it’s her fault you died. (LMFAOOOOOOO LOLWUT?! LMFAO OMFG DHIDUHIUSDGFHIDUOH) The boy that tripped you by accident and didn’t say sorry, yeah he’s in suicidal therapy 5 days a week in a hospital because he feels a smile could of saved your life and he didn’t give that to you. (LMFAO OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG DHUHCGFJOHBFOHJVGFVGFWFWVFI SERIOUSLY LMFAO OMFG OH SHIT OH GOD.) The teacher that was hard on you that day, she quit her job because she felt she wasn’t suited to teach anymore. (LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Notice, DAY.) You’re gone. You’re dead. There’s no going back. 4 years have passed. Your little sister is now 15 years old. (I thought she wasn’t young enough to even understand? 11…oh, she must have downs syndrome…) She started a club in her school dedicated to you. (OHHAI. MY SIS COMMITED. LET’S MAKE A CLUB SO I CAN THINK ABOUT IT ER’RYDAY.) “Secrets” is what (*s)he calls it. The club is formed for kids to speak their hearts, without anyone judging them. They can say anything they want to, and talk about anything they needed to. (We’re getting off track, here.) If they were suicidal, they always had someone. That was your problem. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. You had everything bottled up inside of you. (COOL.) You acted as if you were the happiest kid on the planet and you had the perfect life. (Okay…yeah…) You played that character so well that even you started to believe it. You would be so “happy” and as soon as you layed in bed at night, the thoughts came back. A little fight between you and your parents could have set you off. (…) But with everything inside of you bottled up for years, it hit your limits. (…years?) You’re gone. You’re dead. There’s no going back. Your room will never be occupied. Your mom still cries every single night. (….ANY FUCKING WAYS. If she does, I like how she didn’t cry when they all went into your room. Moving on. I’d pawn your camera, or steal it, btw.) Your dad isn’t as strong as he used to be. (Mk. Should make him stronger, but whatever.) Your little sister will never grow up with you by her side moving her in the right direction. (Mk. Because you would have been life changing.) Your best friend is still torn up. (Wow…I thought he NEEDED you more than ever. He should commit.) Your school now has a club dedicated to you so teens will not make the same mistake you did. (UHM. WOW. NICE IDEA. Good thing it’s already been used, eh?) Your life was precious and you took it away in the blink of an eye. All you needed was a smile, that’s all you needed. (WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?!??!!??!?!?!??!? THEN OBVIOUSLY THE PAIN WASN’T SO FUCKING TERRIBLE. GOD DAMN. SOMEONE CUT THE PERSON WHO CREATED THIS FUCKING IGNORANT SHIT. I MEAN, DAMN. Pretty sure she obviously got PLENTY.) But since you’re gone, just know people cared. (Lmao, but, you’ll never know?) People always have cared. (A little late for this…) You were just way too upset to see that. You were just too caught up in the fact that you thought no one cared… when the truth was, more people cared about you that you ever thought they would. (Mk.) Your town will never be the same. (WOAH. REALLY? If this could even HAPPEN, no one could be so blind as to not see all the love.) A girl is gone, a special girl who thought no one cared. Everyone cared. I promise you. They care, they always have cared. We loved you, and no matter what, we will still always love you. Reblog this if you are against suicide.
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^ Someone tell me, what was SO rough in her life? No real issues, other than not getting someone she has a crush on, lame parents, and a rude teacher. This story is ignorantly retarded, and more than likely only written to get Tumblr famous.
The story is all over and has many gaps and contradictions. LAME.
Someone direct me to the author, so I can, legit, kill them myself. This is so fucking stupid- not to mention sickening.
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