To anyone hating on her, they need to calm down. I mean, since when did any of us have a chance with Darren? And calling her a slut is pathetic. I know what a slut looks like, and she’s not one of them. If she wants to dress in fishnet tights or whatever, than she can, because she’s an artist, and artists need to express themselves.

Let’s admit it, the only reason people are hating on her is because she might be dating Darren (although it’s very likely). Hell, he could date Emma Watson or someone to that degree of fame, and people would start hating her, and Emma Watson is amazing.

And people are calling her fat? Well, since when are any of us that skinny? To be honest, sitting on a laptop blogging 24/7 isn’t exactly good if you want to stay skinny (not that I’m hating, since I’m one of them people).

Also; so what if she gained a little weight? She’d still look gorgeous!

So, to summarise what I typed, because I just typed it in a hurry, you cannot hate on someone because they’re dating an actor you like. Yeah, it’s pretty painful because Darren is freakin’ perfect, and the chances that there will be another guy like him soon are pretty slim, so I get it (I’m still in that place now). But how would you like it if you were dating someone (anyone at this point), and people sent you terrible tweets and messages, just because you loved someone?

I am actually so close to killing myself right now.

At school, some people thought that they’d start by spreading a rumour about me to our form group, saying that last Friday evening, I was staring at them through my window and taking photos, and now everyone is calling me a pervert.

So far, since fucking Monday, I’ve been asked if “you’d like your penis polished”, told that either I kill myself, or this other boy does, and that I’m lazy.

Since I started cutting (they don’t know I do it though), people have been calling me a “loner”, no one will talk to me, except one or two people who pity me, no one wants to work with me on a project, people make fun of me if I get something wrong (I mean, more than they do with anyone else, AND I’m forever the joke. Such as;

Boy: I’ll go out with any girl if you go back out with Jordan.

Girl 2: *laughing* Go out with Megan. (that’s me)

Everyone else: (sneering and laughing) Yeah right, who’d go out with her?!?!

Not even Glee is keeping my spirits high anymore…My mum walked in on me looking at suicide methods, and it’s scaring her, which is scaring me, so I don’t know what to do but kill myself, because I’m not worth anything.

colfercrissphotos:

i’m getting a lot of asks about the girl in the picture, so i thought i’d clear it up!

1. no it’s not mia.

2. the girl is just a random girl at the glee party who is a friend to one of the cast and crew.

3. i have a mutual friend in common with the person who took it but they did link it to the darren criss fan page which is why i can see it.

if anyone has any more questions, don’t be scared to send me an ask and i will answer privately :)

Is this Mia? I dunno if you’ve seen this…just wondering…is it Mia? Whoever it is…they’re fucking lucky, even if his hand IS there…

I like Brittana and all…I mean, I don’t hate it, and it’s way better than Finchel…but people are right when they say Fox has a double standard.

Let’s face it, the only reason Brittana are allowed to kiss instead of Klaine is that they are two girls, and it’s generally seen more “acceptable” and “hot” when two girls kiss…Excuse me if I’m wrong, but a lot of people (particularly men) find it (in Santana Lopez’s words) “wanky”, and I’m sure a lot of the men working for Fox or whatever like that a lot more than two guys kissing.

I mean, that’s just my opinion…

Now, on a Klaine kiss…

For starters, the scars that I’m being left with will forever change some aspects of my life; if I ever get a boyfriend/girlfriend, I will always feel ugly because of the scars, and I’ll probably become withdrawn. Even if they love me despite of all that, it will never be the same.

Second, I can’t change in the changing rooms at school until everyone else has gone, since I have several scars (my legs, my shoulders, my hand…), and I don’t want everyone to know. I’m just lucky I wear tracksuit bottoms instead of shorts in P.E.

My parents when they found out…well, they had a go at me. They yelled, and everytime I relapse and cut again (if they find out), then they tell me off…my mum is like this;

“You make this very difficult on me. You need to stop. It’s upsetting me. I don’t know what to do anymore, so stop it.”

And my dad just doesn’t talk to me. They expect me to just “stop” and when I tell them I can’t just “stop” without help because it’s addictive, they tell me to shut up, and that I’m not addicted.

On another note, I have always wanted to have children…but I don’t think I can do that to them…I mean, I don’t want them to see my scars and think that it’s the right thing to do, because I know it’s not, and I don’t know why I ever started (well, I do…but you know what I mean…). Also, I don’t want them to ever feel as depressed as I do, and risk them ruining their lives.

So, put short, yes, Self-Harm has completely fucked up my life.

Are you actually fucking kidding me? >:(

She’s one of them girls at school who goes around with her skirt up to her knicker-area, wears push-up bras, screws boys (even though she’s only 14), and is popular.

If I put that, everyone would tell me I’m not.

I’m sorry, but that pisses me off.