(via get-thinspiration)
I was never the athletic one in the family, that was left to my older brother- the star football player for his whole elementry/middle school/high school career, the star pitcher for his team every year— getting fought over by the coaches.
Things have changed :) I used to be the one sitting in the bleachers, eating something and drinking a Gatorade, wishing I was half as naturally talented as him. But now, here I am… I’m the one that my parents have to clear their weekends for and sit at competitions and meets for… To sit around and wait for me to get back for a run or come in from screwing around outside doing something crazy like building my own hurdles.
Yeah, I’m totally digging this.
(via runninsane)
Upon telling people that I am suicidal, and planing to kill myself, I recieved a number of messages telling people telling me to not “do it”. I didn’t pay any attention.
I , however, will come to a agreement.
If the time I wake up tommorow, and this photo has 100 notes, I won’t jump in front of that train.
You may think that this is “begging for notes” or whatever. But it’s not. I just want to know that people care. I have been so many times that I don’t deserve to live, and I believed it.
You chose. My life is in your hands. :-)
(via healthy-swag)