Asking for help is a GOOD thing.

I am seriously using EVERY SINGLE TAG I use for this, because this is important. A cry for help should not EVER be ignored, and the person ASKING for help should never be made to feel like they are somehow LESS for NEEDING that help.

If you are shot, you go to a doctor. If you break an arm or a leg, you go to the doctor. You don’t feel ashamed for needing help THEN, why should you when the pain is INSIDE you? When it is a literally LIFE THREATENING injury/illness? And yes, people, it IS life threatening. Or do you think they were just playing with the noose around their neck? Or the bullet hole in their head? Or maybe the slit wrists and the mountain of fucking pills in their stomach.

SERIOUSLY PEOPLE.

Do you know WHY so many people don’t get the help they need? Because there are dickholes out there who are mocking them. Who dismiss the cries for help as a “phase” until the person finally gets to the point where they think “why bother?”

And then those same assholes have the nerve to say “I don’t understand…what happened?”

YOU happened, asshole. You and the rest of society who have pushed them down one too many times, without even a backwards glance, much less a helping hand to get them back on their feet.

Their blood is on YOUR hands. And don’t you EVER fucking forget it.

 

**Note: To those of you who actually reach out to those who need help, this is NOT directed at you. And please, never change that part of you. We need more people like you.**

First off… no one panic, I’m not suicidal. Yes, I get down and feel like wtf is the point at times. I hate having to work when I know life is short and I’m not happy at my job and I keep thinking.. no one cares. If I died tomorrow, there’d be some poor schmuck […]

via Suicide… 4 words: Listen, I need help! — Kawanee’s Korner

Writer problems…

Don’t you hate it when you’ve been forced to concentrate on the “real” world for so long that you forget where you were in YOUR world? -_-;; On the plus side, I got my grades in for this semester and I still have a 4.0 GPA, and I’m working out some kinks I had forgotten about in the newest chapter. On the downside: the new semester starts up in about two days, so I’m probably going to be forced out of the world again. *facepalm* And, my courses for the semester after this one were changed. 

PLANNED:
World Geography
World Mythology
New Schedule:
Beauty of Mathmetics
Intro to Creative Writing
Yes, I am pouting. Yes, I am aware that it’s a bit ridiculous for a 30+ year old to be pouting like a 2 year old. No, I do not care. I was actually looking forward to the World classes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited about starting the classes for my actual program, and I can always do the World classes in a different term, but still. I hate it when things change on me like that. Plus, it’s math. I don’t care that it’s mostly going to be writing about math, it’s still math