When I was 7, I was in a car accident with my brother. I was in a coma for a month and my brother died instantly. My mum had favoured my brother and wished that it had been me that had died instead of him. Four years ago, I moved from Manchester to London. Being the new kid, I was bullied. I didn’t know why, but everyone hated me. Every day, everyone said mean things about me and spread rumours and threw things at me. I kept to myself and I only had a few close friends have any friends. That summer, I was kidnapped. That’s when I met Summer Harker- my best friend. She had been kidnapped a week before me. The guy that kidnapped us raped us multiple times, until we finally escaped 3 weeks later. I was so traumatized that I stopped speaking for 2 years. I was a completely different person.  Of course I went to counselling, but that didn’t help. I was bullied at school because of what happened and eventually my friends gave up on getting me back to “normal” and abandoned me when I needed them most. I started cutting and eventually became suicidal. December 2007, I overdosed. My mum found me in the bathroom, unconscious. I was rushed to the hospital and I then spent the rest of the school year in rehab. That summer, the problems at home started. My parents were constantly fighting because we had no money.  When I went back to school the next year, things had gotten worse. I was bullied because I was the “crazy, depressed girl”. Nobody understood how much they were hurting me and nobody knew exactly what had happened to me. At the end of that school year, my parents ended up getting a divorce. My mum was depressed after that and I ended up having to care of her and Addy. Two years later, my mum suddenly decided that we should move to America. I moved from London to San Diego with my mom and my sister, Addy. The next school year, I was bullied for being “different” just because I’m from England. Once again, I started cutting and became suicidal. I overdosed, my mum found me in the bathroom, just as she had 4 years ago, and I went back to rehab. The next school year, I went to a different school, but that didn’t do me any good. I was bullied once again and that year I switched schools several times before moving to Huntington Beach. Things there were just as bad so I moved to Irvine. I finished the school year there, unnoticed and unheard of. I had only one friend at my school, but we hardly saw each other because I was hardly ever at school. June 2011, my dad was diagnosed with cancer. My mom refused to take care of him and seeing as she could barely take care of me and Addy, I moved back to London with Addy to take care of my dad by myself. He doesn’t want to get any treatment, so he most likely won’t make it to Christmas. I got a boyfriend, who had recently moved to London from Birmingham, and knew nothing of my past. When I trusted him enough, I told him everything. Not all at once, but I slowly told him all about my past and everything that had happened to me. Wrong move. He dumped me and is now dating my whore of an ex best friend, Amelia.

                Here I am now. The only people I have left are Addy, Summer and Izzy (Summer’s daughter). I am currently sitting on the bathroom floor with a bottle of pills next to me. Addy and Summer are both asleep upstairs and I’m planning on getting this done tonight, once and for all.

                Thank you everyone for always making me laugh and making me feel like I belong. Everyone that sent me messages trying to convince me not to do it, thank you for your concern and I really do appreciate your efforts, but there’s nothing that you could possibly say to get me to change my mind. Remember, that you don’t have to go the same way as me. If you are being bullied, tell someone. If you are depressed, harming yourself in any way, and/or having suicidal thoughts, get help. You may call me a hypocrite for not getting help, but I’ve already tried; there’s nothing that anybody could have done to help me. You are all amazing and I love all of you. Stay strong <3

kit-katsandcoffee asked: 1-17

1) Summer Harker

2) Straight

3) Purple

4) Single

5) Someone trustworthy and funny

6) Kissing my neck, whispering in my ear

7) Last Sunday with my ex boyfriend

8) Nutella and flamin hot muchies sandwich

9) None

10) Regina Spektor, Hey Monday, Action Item, Justin Bieber

11) I have a lot of fears

12) To travel the world

13) Picking at my nail polish

14) No regrets that I can think of

15) Not saying… yet

16) Haven’t had one

17) Too many to name

onlyonmyown:

Reblog if you care.

Always.

If you don’t reblog, you have no heart. It wont kill you to have this on your tumblr.

(Source: lmaogtfo, via swagglenaanon)

alexialovesyoux3:

01. Best friend
02. Sexuality
03. Favorite color
04. Relationship status
05. Ideal mate
06. Turn-ons
07. Last kiss
08. Favorite food
09. Crushes
10. Favorite music
11. Biggest fear
12. Biggest dream
13. Bad habits
14. Biggest regret
15. Best kept secrets
16. Most hilarious (intentionally or otherwise) sexual/romantic experience
17. Biggest insecurities 

(Source: claude-frollo, via someselenagomezanon-deactivated)

Anonymous asked: im not lying, i swear, trust me. you legit could be a model!<3 like im actually really jealous, your hair is gorg. is that natural?

Yeah, it’s natural. I’ve died it a couple times, but it’s natural in that pic.

Anonymous asked: post a picture of yourself other then the sidebar one!!

Anonymous asked: girrrrrrrrl why would I lie? look at that picture <3

i’m not pretty

Anonymous asked: awh i read the post below v so that pic on the side is you? you are absolutely gorgeouss!<3

yes it’s me. and you’re lying.

Anonymous asked: holllllyy shit, your gorgeous. seriously!

don’t lie