Your Anonymous Friend

I only want to make you feel better, and I am always here for advice. No, I will not say who I am. Message me if you want to vent, want to tell someone somthing, it doesnt matter. If you don't want it posted, mark it with a ~*~ at the beginning and end.

Why can’t people see that their problems can be solved?

I have had more misery in my life than all of you put together, and still I try to help. I try so hard to show you all that you deserve the sun and nothing less. And you don’t get it. You don’t get that there is always a brighter horizon. I have been through death, and that pain heals with time. I have dealt with self harm, and sometimes you just need to talk to someone. Cancer, sexual assault, divorce, suicidal feelings, abuse. I’ve been there through all of it. I’ve felt all of your pain and you think that killing yourself or hurting yourself was the only solution?

It’s wasn’t, and it never will be.

I want you to know that you being dead will never solve any problems. If anything, they cause more. They cause people to point fingers, or start hurting themselves because they couldn’t help you. Suicide is not a solution, to anything. It only causes a ripple effect of pain to everyone around you.

And do you really want to hurt that many people?

Anonymous asked: 1) I think I know who you are, but that's not important, is it alright if I vent?

Yes, sorry, there has been something wrong with my blog and it wasn’t letting me log in as Your-Anonymous-Friend…. So I’m sorry it’s so late.

People ask me why I do this.

Why I won’t tell who I am, why I try to help those who are hurting.

It’s because I was one of them.

I wanted to die, I wanted nothing more than to just dissappear and go away. Because I thought I was never good enough. That I didn’t deserve to be happy. And it was because a great tragedy happened in my life, and it left a scar so deep  that all I wanted to do was die. Because I thought I didnt deserve to be happy. I should be sad, suffering, never happy again. And I almost did. But I got up the strength to talk to someone, and then they changed my life. One person, who sent me a text, changed my life. She kept my life going.

And I wish to do that for someone else in my lifetime.

Because people who are there, in that horrible place, need light. They need just one person to say, “You can do it” and “You are beautiful” so that they can overcome this darkness.


This story is so inspiring.


Attention seekers. They bother me a fucking lot. When i see people posting pictures of their cuts on their arms. I just want to cry my eyes out.

The ones depressed don’t dress in black. The ones who believe they’re fat don’t announce it. The ones scared don’t scream. The ones struggling don’t…

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