Sad short stories of a girl curled up in her shell

Someone Skype me @elsieflowers

05.18.13 ♥ 1

What to do when home alone

Listen to punk music really loud
Dance in underwear
Masturbate in really inappropriate places around the house

05.18.13 ♥ 11

If you come bring me McDonald’s fries, I will give you all of my possessions.

05.18.13 ♥ 1

This is what happiness sounds like.

“That’s why they call me Disney, bitch”

05.18.13 ♥ 0

Download

Watched your video on BPD. Are you making progress?

Asked by Anonymous

I wish I could say yes, but I really don’t think I am.

Like the previous anon said, I need someone else. Having Alex makes me feel stronger. If I have no one, I feel more worthless, and less motivated to better myself. When I have someone, I have more motivation. It’s like doing something for myself isn’t good enough unless it’s also for another person.

05.18.13 ♥ 1

I think what you need to work on, above all else, is finding some humility. Become comfortable with your own insignificance and your shortcomings. You strike me as someone that needs another person, always, to convince you that you are special. Separate yourself from that need and you will find greater peace.

Asked by Anonymous

I have always needed some kind of validation. That’s why I use tumblr and Instagram and facebook so much.

05.18.13 ♥ 1

I was surprised by a knock on my door. I had Adam and the Ants playing on my laptop in the bathroom. I opened the door, and he smiled at me. I grabbed his face with my hands and kissed him softly. But I couldn’t pull away. We kept kissing, while he walked inside, his hands on my hips. I closed the front door and he put his hand down my pants. He started to undo his belt, and we moved into the bathroom.

I pulled his pants and boxers down while we still kissed. I put his cock in my mouth while I undressed myself. He bent me over the bathroom counter and fucked me from behind. We looked at each other in the mirror. I looked back at him while I whimpered. He was so hard, and I could feel it.

I got up on the counter and he fucked me while we stared at each other in the eye. We never lose eye contact. We moved into the bedroom.

I made him sweat. He made me come. We told each other “I love you” over and over again. “I just want to be inside of you all the time” he said.

You always are, my love.

05.18.13 ♥ 5

Zoom

I downloaded Happy Street, and it’s cracking me the fuck up.

05.17.13 ♥ 1

Zoom

I forgot about this.

05.17.13 ♥ 8

Zoom

OMG MOM

05.17.13 ♥ 0

I’m pretty sure I have had a manic episode every single day this week so far.

People are just shit, you know? They’re all just fucking shit.

I’M SICK OF FUCKING CRYING ALL THE FUCKING TIME

05.17.13 ♥ 2

Zoom

#toowhitetotwerk

05.16.13 ♥ 3

This just happened. My webcam sucks. I should probably go to bed.

05.16.13 ♥ 10

If you really want to get to know me:

elsieflowers:

This is 20 minutes of me being narcissistic, and explaining myself, and being awkward.

I know this is 22 minutes long, and it’s two years old, but it’s still me, and it’s still important.

05.15.13 ♥ 13

Reblogged

I have spent the past two days seeking out help in depression chat rooms.

Today, I spent the entire day crying. I took Klonopin to calm me down. I took a blade to my thigh and soaked paper towels in blood.

I put razors and a bottle of aspirin in front of me. I don’t know if I needed the strength to kill myself, or the strength to stay alive.

I have debated going back to the hospital again. But I don’t even know if that would make a difference. I’m sure, by this time, they’re sick of seeing me so frequently.

My boyfriend broke up with me, and told me awful hurtful things to try to hurt me and push him away. I don’t know how much was truth, and how much was lies.

I tried desperately to reach out to my friends. Someone to come over and keep me company, before I do more damage to myself. But no one did. I have no one.

Forgive me for such a depressing post.

It’s hard to have hope, when everything is hopeless.

There is one person who has been in my dreams recently. For some reason, I wish I could reach out to them. They used to read my blog from time to time. If you’re reading this, I miss you. More than you think. More than I would care to admit.

Help.

05.14.13 ♥ 12