the number you have dialed

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*TRIGGER WARNING! Self harm, suicide attempts, anxiety, depression, social anxiety, medication, kinda graphic descriptions of blood and gore* lol, language too Prolly gonna be some smut, sorry! I couldn't think of a name so... I'm going to write a story about Hinata if he was depressed and had anxiety,(and social anxiety) based on my own experiences. He will be on medication, which I haven't experienced, but I prolly should be on meds... putting that aside, I will do research on different types of medication he might be on, and I'll base the meds off that. I'll try to make it as accurate as possible, but sorry if it's not completely accurate. I also know that some people might have had different experiences, so I don't want to undermine those experiences. Suicide hotline US: 1-800-273-8255

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

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plantguylester: aye. it's me 'amazingphil' from tumblr. how's it going? read at 7:20 p.m. *lowercase intended* •Trigger Warning• [COMPLETED ON AUGUST 10, 2016]

Nat returns to campus for her senior year of college. Something's in the air - is it anxiety? Is it pot fumes drifting out of someone's dorm window? Is it Old Town Road, dancing on the breeze? Ope, nope, it's just hope (haha) that maybe, just maybe, a certain friendship with a certain someone might turn into something more. *** YA romcom/murder mystery because why not? Marked mature for language and mention of suicide. *** Excuse the cringey description, I don't usually write this kind of YA.

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My name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home This is my poetry journal These are my real,TRUE thoughts everything in here was written by me To all the other Homesick Angels out there Please stay safe my loves. I'm here if you need me.

{edited} "won't you go to someone else's sleep? won't you go to someone else's head? haven't you taken enough from me? won't you torture someone else's sleep?" TW : depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, actual suicide attempt. read at your own risk.

"I tried to figure it out." Oh no. "I really tried. But I couldn't." Damien sounded hurt. I felt like being buried under the ground right there and then but I couldn't so I had to brace myself and face him. "Maybe I shouldn't have gone to your house without calling first yesterday." He was getting closer. "But I don't think that's why you're avoiding me." He was slowly backing me up to the locker. The close proximity was blissful and scary at the same time. "I don't know what you're talking about, Damien." I tried to keep my voice steady but I knew I was failing miserably. "I'm sure you don't." Our noses were one inch from touching. "I don't know what's going on but I need you to understand something." He continued. I was almost positive he could hear how relentlessly my heart was pounding. "I am never letting you fight alone." His eyes held a fierce softness I had never seen. " I care too much about you." Our lips were only a breath from each other. "Your fight will always be my fight." Perfect smile, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. All these things masked how messed up Adina Powers' life really was. She needed more. More love, life, and more realness. She needed a savior. She needed someone who had to get through his own hell. She needed Damien Munroe. ***WARNING! Occasional mention of suicide.

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