ruoloc:

blood fetish
pursuinghappinesss:

This is so powerful

when i struggled before i turned to self harming and attempted suicide 

then i turned to eating disorders and dramatic weight loss

and now its drink 

whats next?

So what you’re saying is that I’m not a “nice genuine guy” any more because I sent an inbox to a girl simply saying that I wasn’t happy with her being off her head on alcohol, and struggling to walk in a straight line with my pregnant girlfriend? I understand that for you, getting pissed and partying is a normal night but for Jess it’s not, You should have the common decency not to mention the brains to not drink around Jess. I’m so sorry for trying to protect my girlfriend from Alcoholic slags, I’ll try and be less “Controlling” shall I? I’ll let Jess be around orange 14 year old’s who want to ruin their lives with drink and run around slagging themselves about shall I? You may think I’m a dick for sleeping with Jess since she’s 14 but I’ll tell you something, I’ve only ever slept with one girl and that’s Jess, I’m glad she’s pregnant, Oliver’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us and we’re both happy together. How happy are you Brittany? do you enjoy getting pissed and opening your legs to any guy that wants it? 
I have every right in the world to keep jess away from you because at the end of the day she’s carrying my son and I’m looking out for both him and Jess. If you did “love” Jess and Oliver as much as you say you do then you would have realised last night that she was miserable, every two seconds i was getting messages from her telling me to come and save her because yous were drinking and that she wishes she had never agree’d to go and all that. so instead of only thinking about yourself you should have shown some brains and thought about her. You’ve got no chance of seeing Oliver now and I want you to stay away from Jess. Just leave it at that.

i have been fine, i go out and i drink away my troubles and i laugh and chuckle and flirt but im still not happy

everyone thinks im a slut or a whore or a slag and im not. i dont open my legs to anyone, ive had sex with one person. even my nanna made me cry because she called me a whore and a slut and a slag and a disappointment.

i feel like shit and i feel really cheap.

scars-of-silence:

friends?