I was happier without you.

Now I’m stuck.
fuck.

I can’t explain how I feel anymore.
Every time I try it comes out completely wrong, and even if I could possibly get it right, who the fuck is gonna understand?
I can’t have a fucking conversation, I can’t do anything.
I keep pushing everybody away, and I can’t fucking figure out why.
Okay. Not everybody.
One person.
& why? I don’t fucking know.
Maybe he just hurt me too much, and it’ll just never be the same.
Maybe I gave up. Maybe I don’t care anymore.
Maybe I just don’t fucking know.
It’s not like he ever makes me feel better anyway.
He’s the one that usually doesn’t understand how I feel.

Fuck it.
I can’t fucking figure anything out.
Just fuck.

May 29. 0 Notes.

stophatingyourbody:

Dear Friends,

This is Sarah. Sarah has been a major contributor to SHYB over the past year (and more!) She is the author of this incredible poem. She has spread positivity throughout the tumblrsphere and beyond, and she’s just a fantastic person.

Recently she was diagnosed with cancer and had some pretty serious surgery. As she is recovering, her bills are piling up. With chemo ahead of her, she’s unable to go back to work. You can read more about her situation here.

She’s set up a donation page, and it would mean so much to me if anyone here could give back to someone who’s given this site so much. Even just five dollars can add up. And if nothing else, a reblog of this post would be awesome. I’ve seen Tumblr come together as a community and do some unbelievable things—let’s make this another success story!

Here is the donation page: http://www.gofundme.com/ozgh4

Let’s all send Sarah good thoughts and hope for a speedy recovery. She is brave and strong and wonderful, and she’s been through a lot this year.

Thank you so much, guys!

Love,

Amber