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my name is Gabriella Bipolar, fat, depressed. its my loneliness, it is eating me im here to help you always. remember I love you. Days without cutting: 60
DisorderYour Score
Major Depression:High
Dysthymia:High-Moderate
Bipolar Disorder:Extremely High
Cyclothymia:Very High
Seasonal Affective Disorder:Moderate
Postpartum Depression:N/A
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I really need to stop attaching and depending on people

it happened again, an my “best friend” left me alone and told me that she didnt wanted to be with me any longer, she didnt wanted to be my best friend. Now I am hurt, again. And alone, again.

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please? omg.

  1. the person i like and why i like them.
  2. a famous person i’ve been compared to.
  3. 5 things that irritate me about the same sex/opposite sex.
  4. the best thing that has happened to me this week.
  5. weird things i do when i’m alone.
  6. how i’d spend ten thousand bucks.
  7. things i like and things i don’t like about the way i look.
  8. my last night out in detail.
  9. something that makes me sad when i think about it.
  10. something i’ve lied about.
  11. would i rather be stranded on a desert island with someone i love for ten years or someone i hate for a month? explain why.
  12. something i’m currently worrying about.
  13. one person from tumblr i’d throw off a cliff, one i’d marry and one i’d fuck.
  14. something i do without realising.
  15. lyrics that apply to my current situation/mood.
  16. a drunken story.
  17. something i regret.
  18. post a picture of myself.
  19. my longest relationship and who it was with.
  20. press ctrl v and post.
  21. post a bit of my last IM convo.
  22. 5 things i want to change.
  23. my view on being tumblr famous.
  24. someone i’d like to be for a day and why.
  25. 5 things within touching distance.
  26. story of my first kiss.

sure, ok

please?

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burningbrighterstill: omfg

burningbrighterstill:

omfg

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when-i-recover: Submission by http://musicalwayshasbeenthere.tumblr.com/Edit by Nikki 

when-i-recover:

Submission by http://musicalwayshasbeenthere.tumblr.com/
Edit by Nikki 

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youjustinspiredme: Follow HIM he is looking for a tumblr girlfriend and boyfriendHe wants to be nice to them and make them famous  He is choosing out of only new followers

youjustinspiredme:

Follow HIM he is looking for a tumblr girlfriend and boyfriend
He wants to be nice to them and make them famous  
He is choosing out of only new followers

irene-j0y: I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call. I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was. A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?” I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist.  She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.” I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?” This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say. She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.” And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.

irene-j0y:

I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call.

I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was.

A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?”

I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist. 

She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.”

I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?”

This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say.

She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”

And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.

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