If I Can Not Fly , Let Me Sing
Kelsey Rodriguez. 18. In love; forever. Singer. Dreamer & Believer. My life is all kinds of messed up but I continue to smile because that's all I can do. This is real, this is me.
When will I ever feel okay again?
I’ve officially hit rock bottom.
& I don’t know what to do.
Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. This should be in the tumblr laws. When you see it, REBLOG IT.
Depression Hotline:
1-630-482-9696
Suicide Hotline:
1-800-784-8433
LifeLine:
1-800-273-8255
Trevor Project:
1-866-488-7386
Sexuality Support:
1-800-246-7743
Eating Disorders Hotline:
1-847-831-3438
Rape and Sexual Assault:
1-800-656-4673
Grief Support:
1-650-321-5272
Runaway:
1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000
Exhale:
After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253
If you ever want to talk:
My tumblr is always open.
I fucking hate my life.
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I finally gave in and bought my girlfriend Call of Duty Black Ops 2..I don’t care if I’m broke for a day as long as she’s happy.
It finally all makes sense to me. After years & years of wondering why you never tried..never cared..it finally clicks. Mom told me the truth…she is so pissed off at you that she said it..When you guys were getting divorced - mind you I was about 2 - You told her attorney that if you didn’t have to pay child support you would give up all rights to me…Mom and I could have moved back to Jersey…I would never be the way I am today..I wouldn’t be so hurt…I would be able to grow up…I would be totally different…everything would probably be better…
On the other hand after all these years of me busting my ass to try and fucking fix everything now I know & now I’m more fucking hurt then ever….I totally get it now…you’re taking mom to court for the money…you bring me out for lunch on my birthday & talk about money….you made my birthday a day of fucking bullshit…it’s all about the fucking money…don’t worry I get it…
Maybe it is true that you have another kid somewhere like you told me…I mean you haven’t seen him so it makes sense…you fucking ditched him too…
I sit here every fucking day trying to live my life fucking normally & I fucking can’t….I can’t move on I can’t get over all the shit you put me through….yet I still can’t tell you to your face how I feel because I still fucking love you…..what the fuck!!!! I’m just being fucking used…Mom has always been right…you’re such a con artist…I could give two shits about you now…and it fucking makes me sick that I still hurt about this….I fucking can’t deal with this shit everyday of my life…fuck you for fucking up my life…You should have just giving up the rights for me when you had the chance….I would rather have never known anything about you and your fucking life then sit here everyday being a wreck…thanks a lot…
