Jack Kevorkian

Jack Kevorkian, a man who people should know about. he was a right-to-die activist, and as nice as that idea sounds sometimes, it is actually the most disgusting ting on earth. he would take people in and kill them (with medicines of course) and then give the body back to the family. as humane as that sounds, you have to think of it from a different light. everyone deserves the right to live! some people think that this life is the only one we will ever get and we have to make the best of it as much as we can! 

im not saying that people don't have the right to decide to kill themselves but trust me on this one... you are so much more loved then you will ever know. 

boyfriends/girlfriends will come and go but friends will never fail you.

HOPE

YOU ARE NOT ALONE, TAKE COMFORT IN THAT.

my dad always says "there is some one out there who has it worse than you"

first post!

I am starting my second blog on behave of the foundation TWLOHA. TWLOHA stands for To Write Love On Her Arms. they help prevent suicide, suicidal thoughts and drug abuse. I am a member of the street team and as an assignment i have created this blog. but that isn't the ONLY reason why i have started writing here, i have had a few personal tragedies. a few years ago, i dated a boy for two years! the first month was fine, fun, but that's when things started to go down hill. he got into drugs, and would just be mean to me. he would yell at me and just get really angry, for the longest time i thought it was something i did. i tried asking him about things and that only made him more angry. i remember one time, we were hanging out in the gym before first hour, it was just the two of us like usual. he stood in front of me and kissed me, he kept pushing me back until the wall got in the way. he tried to take of my clothes, he told me that if i loved him, i would give it to him. i kept pushing him away and telling him no because i wasn't ready. that's when he hit me. i can still feel the bruises underneath my skin, sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night sweating and my arms and my face would sting but when i look down, the skin isn't red. he would call me and tell me that he was sorry, that he loved me, that he just lost it and then he would promise not to do it again. and i would fall for it! i was so head-over-heels for this guy that i couldn't even see how truly ugly he was even when my friends could. it got harder after that though, he would punch me in the stomach and my arms, he would trip me if i walked away. i threatened to dump him if he didn't stop but that only made him even more mad. i was afraid for my life! i turned to my friend who was more or less of a goth i guess, people called her a cutter because she would slit her wrists. she was really into this one band and the more i hung out with her the more i listened to them. now, music is my life, i am very influenced by music, so naturally this band, whose take on the world was 'life is nothing without pain and suffering' took a really big toll on me. i started to wear black everything, i even got into screamo!
one day i came home from school, i was home alone, and i ran upstairs, grabbed a pair of scissors that my dad hid in his bathroom drawer. i walked to my room with those cold scissors in my hands and locked my door. i grabbed a box of tissues from under my bed. i remember sitting there and thinking about where i should do it, i figured i should do it somewhere where no one would see, someplace i could cover up, even in a bathing suit. i did it on my lift hip. i can still feel the blood running down my leg, i can still smell it, and i had this metallic taste in my mouth like right before you throw up. i didn't do much damage but the scar is still there, still hurts.
i haven't told many people about my story.