“I Miss You So Much. And If There’s Still A Part Of You That Misses Me Or Thinks About Me, Then Please

Idunno who made this but I had this saved on my computer and basically, by looking at your hands you can tell what tribe you would be in if you would live in the bending world. Pretty sweet right? Personally I would be an airbender, I would just ride around on an air ball all day aww yish

I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

I hope you find love in 2016. 

January, The feeling of your sheets against my skin is the only thing that gets me out of my bed anymore. February, My birthday passes, the little Pisces girl with too much love in her heart, you don’t call me. March, They say spring is coming but it snowed today, I’m losing hope.  April, The word therapy comes up a lot in conversation but I never go. May, I walk into the woods a lot and try to lose myself, I know it too well, I decide to get high instead. June, The men that drink at the bar squeeze my ass when I give them their bourbons, I let them, they tip better than anyone.  July, I love my tan skin and the feeling of the sun against it, I’m happy until the night gets dark. August, I see you at the gas station filling up your Jeep, you smile, I buy myself a pack of cigarettes. September,  I quit smoking because he says I’m too pretty to die young, I disagree. October,  It’s getting cold again and he is not you, but sometimes I can still pretend he is when he’s pulling my hair. November,  I don’t remember much but the taste of liquor, and the sound of the door slamming when I leave him.  December,  I forgot what your voice sounded like until I answered your call. You ask if I’m okay, I ask what you mean by that.

A year spent missing you (via weallwritealong)

if you put a frog in boiling water, it will jump out.

if you put a frog in warm water and gradually turn up the heat until the water is boiling, the frog will remain there until it dies.

and that is an abusive relationship.