Addicting is back!

Yay! I made a new SD club. Please rejoin!
Addicting is now back for good. C=

YOU rock!

Yay! The stardoll club is active and all that. It makes me really happy to see everyone being active and all that shizzle! THANKS!

NEW MANAGER: Clair, aka Clair-x, just cus she's so amazing and wonderful.

Lex, LucyAndJefree.

"life is tough. whether you like it or not, and people always state that small depressing quote all the time. life will always be droning on, and you'll still repeat the same tasks everyday. but that's not at all what life is about. life's what you make it. you can make today a great day, or a depressing day. today can be the best day of your life, if you want it to. if you make today the best, then you make all of your days the best. enough with this sour attitude and become something that you have always striven to be. it's as simple as this. your life is beautiful."

"i remember when right after i had gone through a terrible experience of sxxxual mol3st@tion, i started to cut. it was like a pain reliever, and i started to cut and cut until it looked like all you could see were cuts on my arm, and no skin. i couldn't even see a counselor because i was still on the waiting list. i tried to stop for a month but i couldn't. i just kept cutting and cutting until one day i felt like i shouldn't do this. that my life was too good to be throwing it away. i started to become a better person and try to get over what happened. i couldn't let what had happened take control over me and if i did my life would go spiraling down. i've been cut free for a half a year now and i'm proud. i've become such a good person. to avoid cutting, i would vent by working out. to find out a venting solution you just have to surround yourself with things that make you happy, and live life to the fullest."

Sarah; Oh.So.Original.

"You are amazing; don't just immediately deny it, think it over and you'll realise. Take a step back for a day, and try to make every person you talk to smile. It's not so hard. A sincere 'please/thankyu' to the shop assistant, a pleasant smile and 'hello' to the old man you pass on the empty street, a shoulder to cry on for yur friend and a whisper of 'it'll be okay, we'll make it okay'. You can spread happiness through the lives you touch, just by being you.
You are amazing. Never forget that."

"I thought I loved him; I still think I did.
Not in the cliche teenage-infatuation way.
At the time I was with him, I was dealing with cutting and eating issues; my friends and family had totally stopped supporting me becus of it. But he was always there; he was my reason to be. I got up in the morning, chose life, for him.

I knew he was struggling with a depression of sorts. But I didn't realise how much he was struggling, how much he needed help. Help I couldn't give him. He chose to take his life.

It's been sixteen months now.
At first, I was beyond devastated. I was going through the motions of my life, but it held no meaning for me anymore. I didn't take my life, because I didn't want anyone to hurt like this for me. Just in case my parents did really love me, though they couldn't show it.
So in those few months of emptiness, I came to a realisation; he'd still want me to live my life. I decided I'd try my best to move on, and make myself a new life. I wouldn't want anyone to waste their lives grieving for me, so I assumed he loved me enough to want that for me.

I started at a new college last September, and it definitely helped further my recovery. Starting in a new environment, I discovered my self-worth. People here saw me as a pretty, nice, smart girl; I could shed the awful reputation of depressed social reject that I'd gained in school. I started to form new relationships, and a new busy schedule helped my recovery. In december, I found a new boy. We started out friends, and he was really sweet. He made me feel secure, special, happy - I hadn't felt truly happy since I'd lost him. And now someone new had brought back reason to my life.
I'll always have scars from losing him. I loved him; giving someone that much of yourself, and losing them so completely leaves it's mark. But I'm much healthier, happier now. I still have times when something reminds me of him, and I'll break down. Just today, with my 'new boy', he reminded me so much of him and I cried. He asked, and I told him. I then saw how awful that made him feel - that he couldn't rid me of that pain, couldn't heal the scars completely, that I might not be able to love him like I did the other. That's when I realised; I could love this new boy. He could be the one to heal me.

So, to anyone in that situation? Don't freak; it really will heal with time. There will be someone else. Let yourself grieve, and know you'll always have a place for them in your heart. But one day, soon, you'll learn to live your life again. And it will be so much more amazing for the pain you've survived. xx"

Rachel; RachelRawrr-X

"It's a long hard road. But distances always get shorter, hard objects soften... in time. And time is precious, you only get one shot at life + it's up to you to fill that long road with joyous memories. It's your smile that reflects the sun, it's your eyes that see past the darkness, it's your voice that comforts the suffering - it's YOU that makes the long hard road not so hard at all. You have a lot to offer, people have a lot to offer you.. but you have to live to experience these opportunities - so just, live :]"

"Since day 1 of my education, I've been bullied. Why so young? I don't know.
I guess being short really didn't help.
As I grew, say Year 5/5th Grade I began to become more individual + had my own kind of style. A little dark or weird I suppose. I started to listen to all sorts of rock music that I really enjoyed - but was constantly humilated for it. I'd be seperated, pinned against walls, beat up + name called. When I moved to high school I thought okay a fresh start, but it continued. By year 8 I'd had enough and decided I'd fit in for once in my god damn life. I made two friends, who I trusted + had a reasonably good time with. I always felt left out though, they'd known each other forever and always sided against me. In the start of Year 9 I began to listen to what I used to, because I wanted to. My favourite band became My Chemical Romance + I decided I wasn't going to hide anymore + that I'll be proud of who I am and show my individuality. But they didn't like it, not one bit. Constant "emo" taunting and snidy conversations. I was totally alone, I started to get the class and others in the school mentioning the emo thing all the time. I had no friends, I felt trapped + ashamed. I was so angry about everything that was going on in my life. I'd hide in the music room at lunch + break and avoid conversations at all cost. I then began to self-harm to let out all the anger + frustration. It seemed to work for me, I felt relieved. But I got caught out. Screaming, shouting, crying... it was horrible. I started a counselling group at my school which helped a hell of a lot. It wasn't specifically on self-harm, more confidence problems. It took me a while to get used to it but I soon felt involved. But it wasn't enough, after arguments at home + school I self harmed worse than before. My Mum found blood and confronted me... the next day I was dragged to the doctors + got an appointment for a counseller. I hated her. The patronising cow. I refused to go back. But I have continued at school, and I'm slowly getting through it. Not every type of therapy works for you; you have to find which one works best for YOU. If anyone goes through this, please get help. Before it gets too late. I know how hard it is to tell someone, but try. I'm here if you need to talk too, I have been suicidal + I know what depression is like so you can always talk to me. ♥"

Mackenzie; TheRealSA.

"Just think, every single time you feel down, every time you cry, every time you feel like just dispearing, somewhere, somehow, there is someone happy. The worse you feel, the happier someone else is. Everything happens for a reason, and every tear makes you stronger and a better person. All my best friends have been through shxt and that is why they are who they are. Everything happens for a reason, and somewhere someone wants you. Somewhere."


"I was 13. We had this massive fight that lasted over 3 hours. It was just shouting and shouting, but she was drunk so afterwards she just fell asleep. I felt so crap and had been lightly scratching my skin everytime I felt bad for about 2 months. I got a scewer and scribed FAT into my left arm. I can just remember as soon as I started the crying stopped, until I stopped and it was bleeding and stung really bad. So I went through to the living room (she was on the sofa sleeping) woke her up and said I had something I needed to tell her. She didnt open her eyes and said what. I said I need to show you, and she jolted up and just stared at me like I was pure evil. She made me go wash it and put on a dressing, and sent me to bed. She made phone calls and stuff, but she never actually talked to me. The closest it got was when we were on a bus and she said if I ever did it again SHE couldnt cope. That was probebly one of the most hurtful thinngs she has ever done. She made me feel like I was doing something wrong and I should be punished for wanting help.

I amt sure if I am 'over' it. But I guess I am kind of, because I know that it was because she couldnt face it, not because I did something wrong. All my best friends parents know about it and have been amazingly supportive, and my best friend Josh's mum and dad even took me in when I left home, so I guess they are my family, not my mum."

Updates.

Addicting got a new look. Yay! I don't think it looks ugly as it did before. I've been talking to Alice and we kind of decided who should be manager/online counselor and stuff. I'll probably announce them when I receive a message from her. The paragraphs they've written will be put here as to share with everyone. Now, I wish everyone is okay. (: