February 2012
19 posts
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What you think you look like
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When I'm making fun of my brother and I hear my...
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What I think I look like when I bite my lips
thats-so-true:
What I actually look like
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Showing off a cute outfit
thats-so-true:
What you think you look like
What you actually look like
Make gif stories easily: thatssotrue.com
January 2012
19 posts
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This site is amazing for those who are struggling to open up. It’s never okay to be put down, to be made fun of, and to feel horrible about yourself because of the way others treat you. I have dealt with so many bullies, and still do today. This site so helpful! Check it out
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givesmehope:
On the bus ride home one day, a couple of boys were making fun of me, calling me names.
I tried to fight back, but I was too busy trying not to cry.
But before she left, this girl who always hangs with them gave me a note saying “don’t listen to them, you are beautiful.”
I felt so happy.
Nobody bullied me anymore.
Helen, thank you,you give me...
The doctors told me I have little under a year to live. I have brain cancer.
I’m 19 years old.
I’m scared.
I’ve seen what people are like during the last stages.
I pray to God I die before then.
December 2011
43 posts
For Christmas I got men’s hiking boots, gay porn and a men’s fitness magazine. My sister got a PS3 and $500 dollars in clothes.
I was then locked out of the house while the rest of the family went to the steakhouse.
I was not allowed to go because “no one loves me.”
Its because I’m a dyke.
I haven’t eaten in three days.
You get angry with me because I’m anorexic. I don’t know what you want from me.
I wish I could have a higher self-esteem just as much as you do.
Dad. Please stop calling out different churches for allowing gay pastors to serve openly.
You may think I believe everything you do, but I don’t.
And now you’re alienating me by saying it.
How am I supposed to make you realize that I am bisexual without you turning it into a joke or a matter of “choice?”
Your son.
Today I messaged you on Facebook, telling you that I began cutting again. I apologized and asked you to understand and help me…
Because you always said you would help me when I needed it.
I needed you and you said, “I don’t even want to talk to you again because things like this break my heart.”
What happened to always being there for me?
My best friend is a total geek. He’s playing in a band concert right now, and after that he’ll probably do extra credit for biology and play modern warfare.
My secret?
I wish I was at that concert, I wanted so bad to help him study, and if he asked I’d pick up acontroller in a second.
Weixin, I wish I had the courage to tell you that I love you.
I’m sixteen and I’m freakishly tall and awkwardly skinny. My arms and legs look like they are too long for my body.
I get called ugly a lot and don’t have many friends.
What they don’t know is I’m a model and have been in numerous fashion shows.
I will be walking in fashion week 2012.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I am always “that guy.” The one that has fallen for a women and never gets a chance.
Instead, all these girls run to guys who just want sex and don’t give a fuck about them.
I care, I would care.
Why do I never get a chance?
I’m secretly in love with my best friend, and he has no idea. Every day I think to myself, should I smile because we’re friends, or should I cry because that’s all we’ll ever be?
He thinks of me as a sister and confides in me about the girl he likes, who has a boyfriend.
I’m right here, waiting.
When will that be good enough?
Do you really want to know why my showers are so long, mom? I lock myself in with the fan on and music blasting because it’s the only place I can have privacy.
I cry, I throw up, I scrub myself raw, burn or freeze myself with the water, and by the time I’m done you can’t even tell.
Then you yell, and it makes me want to go back and do it again.
Warning. .