i hate feeling like this make it stop

anonymous asked:

People need to stop making such a big deal out of the month of March. Nothing is going to happen. Stop acting like it's cursed.

day: february 28th, 2017

time: 11:45 pm

i sat in my bed, nestled amongst my blankets, ice cold and shivering in fear. the blankets did nothing to warm me up or calm my anxieties, but the feeling of protection was enough to keep me at bounds. i looked at my blue and green watch, dimly lit in the darkness of my room. its ominous ticking was the only noise to be heard, other than my staggered breaths. only fifteen minutes… fifteen minutes until…. the “Month.”

the “Month” lost its true name after all of the strange occurrences that happened every year. people thought that reading its name on the calendar gave it power over them, allowing its curse to take course. from 44 BC, the month after february was always referred to as the “Month.” it all started with the ultimate betrayal. was it the wrath of caesar? or was it the curse of hatred and greed continuing its path? no one knew why it continued. while avoiding its name helped to ease the nerves of the people, it did nothing to take away its treacherous evils inflicted upon those who remained.

i was fortunate enough to escape the wrath of the mysterious shadow figures only a few weeks prior. the tweet notification had saved a lot of people that day, but the power held by the “Month” was enough for me to lose hope already. my heart raced, pounding in my ears against the steady rhythm of my ticking watch. i glanced down. 9 minutes. my eyes squeezed shut, images of the previous two “Months” taking over my thoughts.

with the previous few “Months” being rather calm, 2015 took everyone by shock. it was only 8 days after st. patrick’s day. tragedy had struck. one of the Five leaders vanished in the dark of the night. he took off in the middle of the night, the sound of wolves obscuring his disappearance. since then, the world hasn’t been the same. there was a major split in alliance, those taking the side of the insubordinate former leader and those whose alliance remained with the Four. the wars have plagued the nations, tearing friends and families apart. this was further exemplified the following year with the slander campaign running full force against the remaining 4 and the dark forces attempting to bring them down in any way possible. people were beginning to lose hope.

my thoughts were cut short with the beeping of my watch. midnight. the first day of the “Month.” i quickly silenced my watch, holding my breath. here we go.

i didn’t expect it to happen so fast but i heard knocking at my door almost instantly. they’ve found me. i tried to remain as silent as possible but the voice at the door yelled “i know you are in there! open up!” hesitantly, i made my way to the door and opened it. there stood a faceless, mysterious figure. their shadow presence gave them no visible features, but they wore a rather ostantacious floral print tshirt. my gaze lingered on it. “it’s gucci, inspired by the leader of the next rebellion.”

“the… what?” i whispered, voice trembling.

“the prodigal one. the one above them all. this is his ‘Month.’ he hates everyone who supports the Four. he doesn’t need the other Three… so get ready for him to take over the world,” the mysterious figure said. 

“but, he loves his brothers… the other Three leaders, he would never do such a thing,” i said, standing my ground. i knew how he was like. he would never.

they moved forward, closing in the space. i could feel their hot, angry breath on my skin. “the curse said so, it was prophesied.” the tears started streaming down my face just like the showers that are british. i couldn’t believe this. the figure held out a gucci shirt for me. “put this on and show where your alliance stands,” they said with a smirk. i was about to put my arm through the luxurious sleeve when suddenly, i heard a ping from my phone. i froze. 

dropping my shirt to the ground, i took my phone out of my pocket, eyes reading the words on my screen in disbelief. the figure shifted uncomfortably in front of me, the silence making them uneasy. i read the message out loud.

“Your support is unbelievable. Always has been. Thank you, Love you. H”

the tension seemed to be lifted from the air, the burden the “Month’s” curse put on my shoulders now nonexistent. the figure screamed out in disbelief, “but the prophecy foretold he would be the one to leave the others in the dust?? how could he? the curse of the ‘Month,’ it’s… over…” 

the figure bolted out of the room and outside. in the darkness i could make them out, kneeling in my front yard. “Et tu, Brute?” they yelled to the sky, fists pounding against the grass. i shrugged and closed my door, making my way back to my room. i popped in MITAM and ate some popcorn.

since that day, the curse of march has been lifted. anonymous, you were wrong and right. something did happen; the curse was broken. the end. 

anonymous asked:

Hey I really need some advice! Me and my ex broke up 4 months ago after being together for 5 years. He has now started seeing my closest friend! Which breaks my heart and is the ultimate betrayal from both of them! The thing is.. he still fucks me on the side?? And it makes me feel like shit but since I'm so in love with him I keep doing it because I hope he'll come back and chose me over her like he has for the last 5 years :( I always hate myself after seeing him but I can't stop.. please help

Let go of him he aint worth it. He’s just using you for sex because he knows you’re available to him. He’s with someone else now and you gotta build up ya pride and not allow him to keep using you. I know ya probably think this will change his heart or his mind because you’re in love but it won’t. If he wanted to be with you he would be. If he wanted to pick you, he would have. But he did not. Its not healthy for you to be losing yourself over someone who wouldn’t do the same for you. I know this sounds harsh and i apologize but I’m not sugar coating reality. Sometimes things are just not meant to be, at least not right now. Ya just gotta let go and realize you deserve better. 

like im sorry. i really fucking hate religious people or anyone that’s neck deep invested in praying all the time. like if you do religion and prayer and all that shit that’s great!!! im happy for you! you do what you want to to make you feel good!!

but dont fucking come up to me and be like ‘prayer will make your life 20 million bajillion times better you know’

i dont believe in prayer. it never worked for me. i never saw a fucking point to it. stop telling me this shit i dont fucking care. if prayer works for you awesome! it doesn’t make me feel better at all so leave me the fuck alone already

I. DONT. CARE.

anonymous asked:

I know that not getting what you want sucks, but speaking about a person as if they could be your property and invalidating their own feelings by not acknowledging what they want is really shitty. it seems like you weren't ready for a relationship anyway, with how petty this is looking :/ dont get me wrong, this isn't hate or anything, but it's probably best to step back and look at how you're reacting to the situation and to honestly consider your friend instead of yourself

i made two vent posts about a much more complex situation and feeling so get off your damn high horse and stop acting like you know anything about me

i literally say in one of them i know she doesnt belong to me and can make her choices but im allowed to be upset what the fuck is your damage

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never