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Posting this for any and all of my followers to watch. If you’re having a rough time, I am here for you. Life is worth living, I promise.
Stay happy and have hope. Don’t give up. I love you. <3
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Olivia Penpraze.
19 years old.
Died from a Suicide attempt that left her brain dead. Her parents made the hardest decision of their lives by turning off her life support.
She had a Tumblr account with over 900 posts sharing her emotional turmoil, dealings with depression, loneliness & thoughts about her wanting to take her own life.
The only response she got, was insensitive assholes, like the majority of people on Tumblr, encouraging her to do it. She was bullied consistently.
Olivia attempted to kill herself every year in May 1st since 2008.
In May 2012, her short life came to an end.
I know most people can’t tolerate posts like Olivia’s, whom find it attention seeking.
My point to you people is…
EXACTLY!!
Of course it’s attention seeking what else it?! People share that part of themselves over the Internet because they obviously feel they can’t talk to anyone they know nor do they think anyone would care.
All I want is for people to cut out the bullying & talk to people like Olivia.
A conversation to someone in desperation could save their life.
If people can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
You never know…
What you say could be used to decide whether they live or die.
Even if youre a b&w blog, reblog this.
Please, please be good to each other on Tumblr. And in life. How unbelievably heart-breaking that her life was cut short.
-Jess
I don’t wish ill on anyone, but those heartless assholes who just egged her on? Yeah. I wouldn’t be opposed to them being reminded every fucking day that they might have been the one to push a young girl into killing herself when she tried to seek out comfort.
God, her parents. As if trying and failing to save your child isn’t heartbreaking enough, can you even imagine 1) finding videos of her cataloging her problems and 2) reading comments from sadistic little monsters encouraging her suicidal impulses? Fuck. I feel like I can’t breathe.
In a lot of ways, I’m so very glad that the internet didn’t really become a staple of everyone’s life until relatively late in my school career (around 8th grade for me, so I was about 14). I was emotionally bullied pretty much nonstop from 5th-9th grades. I never told anyone. My teachers loved me; I guess because I actually paid attention and was respectful and liked to learn, idk, but I didn’t feel comfortable telling them. I never told my parents. I never told anyone except for my best friend, who then proceeded to roll her eyes and tell me she never heard anyone say anything about me and that she was the one who got the worst of it. Clearly that didn’t work out well. My first “boyfriend,” if you can really call it that when you’re 14, was one of the worst bullies. He would actually recruit his friends to help him make fun of me in especially cruel ways that I still can’t really talk about, and I’d put up with it. I’d cry myself to sleep every night and hate myself for letting him do it, and hate myself even more for thinking, well, at least I’ve got a boyfriend, right? The night he called me a “stupid cunt” for not wanting to give him a blowjob (at FIFTEEN) and tried to force my hands down his pants as a “joke,” I finally just said the hell with it and the hell with him, and I never spoke to him again.
If the internet had been a huge thing at that point, I have very little doubt that he and his group of friendly thugs would have made my life an absolute hell.
I know it sounds awful, but at least kids tend to be somewhat more reserved in their bullying when it’s face-to-face. Not by much, in many cases, but if years in a call center taught me nothing else, it’s that people will say some shockingly nasty shit to you when you’re just a voice or they otherwise don’t have to see you in person. I don’t know what it is about the internet and its semi-anonymity that turns normal people into rabid beasts and borderline sociopaths. I can’t fathom trying to grow up in a world where the internet was always around, where you’ve always had to deal with that pressure even at home. When I was a kid, home was my safe haven. I despised school. Threatened with truancy every year because I skipped so much. Despite being a great student. Despite a passion for learning. I just genuinely hated going to school and being forced into the same uncomfortable situations day after day, never knowing if I was going to have a “good” day where I scraped by with just a couple insults, or if I was going to spend an entire class period crying in the bathroom. The only relief I got was coming home. There was no internet then, and thus no way for the bullies to find me and hurt me where I was supposed to be safe.
It terrifies me to think that if I have children, this is the world they’ll have to grow up in as well, where no such safe place exists anymore.
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