To be more than just an average me!
There is so much one can do. So much one can say. So much that one can conduct, to make someone's day. I want to go out into the streets. To reach the homeless and poor. To show them that there is a light. There is hope. And there is a gem hidden amongst the coals of life. I want to help the hurt, broken and lonely. To reach the forgotten and withdrawn, the abused and mistrusted and help them to discover and turn a new page! I do however have my own set of problems. I am not perfect. I am a cutter. I am an addict. I hurt people often. I trust to easily, and I also have trust issues - a lot of it being myself. I have a struggling relationship with God, but I am learning to trust Him, and look for Him, even when I can't see or feel Him. He will always be my light! No matter what hell I think I am going through. <3 Kara (19) (Australia) COPYRIGHT ISSUES... (Unless stated, and even then not always done, the photos and pictures are not my own... I usually save the photos that I really like to be used as a screensaver and then post them into the queue at a later date, to share with you also... I have posted a few posts about this previously, saying that unless specifically mentioned, these are not my own photos. If you want to create an argument and want the public recognition, watermark your photos with your tumblr url. DeviantART: http://kargie.deviantart.com If you wanna talk - Formspring
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So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares about you. Your family hates you. Right? No. Your parents walking in your room in the morning to only find a dead body. They’ll try their hardest to not think negative, and to just think that you’re fooling around. Then they’ll start shaking you. Why aren’t you breathing? They’ll be broken. Tears. Many tears. More tears than you ever shed. Was it them? Were they the reason you did this? More tears. Pain. Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day. Guilt. More guilt. What about your bestfriends? They’re not going to care. Right? No. What’s the first thing that will go through their mind when your principal comes in and tells the class that you’re not alive. While your bestfriend sits there in tears. That girl that you’d smile at but never talk to? She’s now crying. The boy who used to kick you under the table just to annoy you? He’ll be shocked. He’ll be devastated. He’ll blame himself. What about your teacher? Thoughts crossing her mind. She’ll question if you did it because she didn’t make school comfortable enough for you. Pain. Devastation. All in one. Who organises your funeral? Who has to go through your stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those few older girls who used to give you daggers at school? They’ll feel regret. They’ll blame themselves. See, if you killed yourself today, you’ll never know what might of happened tomorrow. You’ll never know because you’re dead. Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead. Your family hates themselves for it. Your bestfriend then falls into depression. Tears. Tears. More tears than a river. All because you killed yourself because you thought noone would care. Right? You are loved. By many. Someone right now is thinking of you. And right now, I’m thinking about anyone who has thought or is considering suicide. You are beautiful. No matter if you’re black, white, homo-sexual, tall, short, overweight or anorexic. You are beautiful. You want to kill yourself? Think about it first. There’s no coming back. And I promise, if you do it, you are not only hurting yourself, you are hurting many. You are creating more tears than you led yourself to. You are making everyone miserable and making them all feel guilt and pain. Never will they feel whole like they used to when they had you. You are beautiful. And you are never ever alone.

Everyone should reblog this just in case anyone is thinking about committing suicide. READ THIS FIRST.

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What is wrong with society? Society’s definition of “beautiful” is having a flat stomach, big boobs, big butt, long hair, and tan sexy skin. Because of this, teenagers don’t think they’re good enough anymore. They don’t think they’re being accepted. 10 year old girls think they’re fat. 11 year olds cut. 12 year olds stop eating. 13 year olds wake up in the morning and stare at themselves in the mirror; pointing out every little imperfection. Society is also teaching girls at a young age to wear mini skirts, short shorts, and belly shirts- which is now leading to sexual activity. 10 year olds being pressured into having a boyfriend. 11 year olds making out. 12 year olds giving head. 13 year olds aren’t virgins, and leading them to becoming an emotional wreck. Society is killing the teenager. Reblog this if you agree.

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Depression is not a choice.

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You do not choose to be depressed. Who on earth would choose it? Just because a person seems perfect on the outside, does not mean they don’t have “reason” to be depressed. They’re not just being dramatic or whining about their lives. It is something you can not control. If all you could feel was down, lethargic, hopeless, sad, etc. don’t you think you would try to find some way out? It’s different for everybody. Sometimes people look to suicide. That does not mean they just want attention, or anything like that. It means they have a mental illness. Depression is not a choice.

I don’t want to be me, but I am me… So I guess I’m just going to have to deal with being me!

I want to be free!

I want to be free from this pain.

Free from the confusion.

Free from this dark night of the soul.

Free from trying to find God because I’ve found Him!

Free from this life that I only know!