#Quote “Suicidal Thoughts”

“Suicide. It’s something I’ve been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it.” 

That’s the note. Word for word. And I know it’s word for word because I wrote it dozens of times before delivering it. I’d write it, throw it away, write it, crumple it up, throw it away.

But why was I writing it to begin with? I asked myself that question every time I printed the words onto a new sheet of paper. Why was I writing this note? It was a lie. I hadn’t been thinking about it. Not really. Not in detail. The thought would come into my head and I’d push it away.

But I pushed it away a lot.”

Suicidal Thoughts

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#Quote “Disappointment”

Disappointment

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Can do a couple things.
It can drop you into a giant sucking sinkhole of depression,

a place you have to fight to climb out of.
Or it can trigger an epic mania to overcome the odds
and transform failure into success.

Say you swing as high as the chains will take you
because you seek the thrill of flight, and on the up- kick, you lose your seat.

Injury is likely.
But if you worry about falling down, and never chance “up,” the sky will remain forever out of reach.

― Ellen Hopkins

#Quote “I love you, but!”

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Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…”
Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. In love their are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’. It’s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It’s the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart…eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.

To say “I love you, but….” is to say, “I did not love you at all”.

I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly

— Coco J. Ginger