Petition to call Pierce the Veil fans “colliders”
This is a letter I wrote for my boyfriend of two and a half years today.
We broke up two months ago because we forgot to cherish each other every day. We spent months leading up to the breakup neglecting each other and hurting each other in the process.
I’m going to give him this letter this week. I’m a bit nervous for what he will say. But I know I will have said what I have been trying to put into words for a while now, and that has to count for something, right?
Remember to cherish the ones you love. Show them you love them every single day. Don’t let them get away.
I overdosed on Xanax and scared my parents and my boyfriend of almost two years. I thought it would be like the movies, where the person wakes up from their coma and they are comforted by those around them. I thought it would show them how much pain I was in. But instead, he is angry and says he’s done. We were going to get married, and now he can barely look at me. What happened? How can things change so much in just a matter of days? I am sorry for taking the pills and scaring him. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. I can’t take it back, but I need him in my life now more than ever.
I felt so beautiful, so I trailed a blade across my skin and watched the beads of blood dribble out. It was beautiful, enchanting and fascinating. The pain was nothing compared to the beauty the cut held. That’s what they didn’t understand; it wasn’t self-hate. It was an appreciation for that twisted beauty in blood escaping its captivity. I felt like I was being set free.