you say you want to die but,
you still put that seat belt on
and look both ways before crossing the street
you lock your windows and doors
you would scream if someone was following you late at night
you would run for your life
but you do want to die
you just want to die on your own terms.
I have this on my blog like 6 times its amazing
This is so important
Their son/daughter kills him/herself “I didn’t know he/she was having serious problems”
"Why would you try to kill yourself?" "Why do you do this to us?" "Do you think you are the only one with emotions and problems?" "Why don’t you talk to us??"
This is so fucking accurate.
*Judgemental assholesThis is true with my mother…
No, but the thing is that with Asian parents, it’s hard explaining this to them because they come from a place where a broken foot is 1000x more important than suicide. They were raised to believe that psychological problems don’t exist, and if they do, they’re not a big deal. It’s hard talking to parents who shake their head and go “Oh, c’mon, what’s the REAL problem?” when you tell them about your panic attacks at school.
It’s just hard.
This is an old family picture.
My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.
And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.
This is no life.
a true story of the traumatic real life situations a gay person faces