quarta-feira, 29 de agosto de 2012

I'm sick and tired!

You taught me how to love, you taught me how to live, you taught me how to laugh, you taught me how to cry, but when you left, you forgot to teach me how to forget you.
Real tears are not those that fall from my eyes and cover my face, but those that fall from my heart and cover my soul.
I may regret the way we ended, but I will never regret what we had together. I didn't stop loving you, I just stopped showing it... beacuse no matter how much I tried, you just wouldn't get it... !!!
People tend to say I'm mature for my age, appearance and mentally, it's true, I suppose, but I wish it wasn't, I want to be young and fun again. I'm not the boy for you, I'm not the boy for anyone. I don't deserve that happiness...
I wonder sometimes, why we have a heart only for it to get crushed and broken every time we open it. Why we still open up after having our hearts crushed. Why we allow ourselves to fall in love when we know nothing ever lasts. The thing is no one actually knows why.
Ne rejette jamais ceux qui t'aiment et qui s'inquiètent pour toi, parce qu'un jour tu te rendras compte que tu as perdu la lune pendant que tu comptais les étoiles!
Tu m'a appris a t'aimer, apprend moi a te detester...
Your appearance shouldn't make you feel lesser in any way, shape or form because what truly matters is what no one can see. What truly matters is how you think, how your heart feels and what you can offer the world.
A flat stomach is nice, no doubt about that, but a good heart and working brain is absolutely priceless these days and shouldn't be overlooked for something as trivial as how someone looks.
I am sick and tired, sick and tired of obsessing over my body, waking up everyday, looking in the mirror and being unhappy with the way I look. If only I could have a body like him ..., I'd drink to myself. I'm sick and tired of what happened to our world; of these images of whats acceptable and beautiful, when really its unobtainable, and then everyone who doesn't look like that feels inferior. I will never have a perfect body, not ever, unless I got plastic surgery; I'm sick and tired of feeling so depressed and low and self concious and insecure. Maybe I'd be more confident if I didn't have to see images of what I don't look like every time I turn on the tv or read a magazine, sometimes I don't even want to face the world cuz I don't feel pretty enough, I feel constantly judged on my looks. I'm sick and tired of people saying "but you're so beautiful*, what you see is not always what you get, and we all know this.
The truth is I look disgusting naked according to society, and even if someone thinks I'm beautiful there's someone who they think is even more beautiful, I'm sick and tired of not feeling good enough. I'm sick of wanting to have this unrealistic body, I'm sick of feeling bad when I see someone with a nice body, that they were born with an thinking "why can't I have that", I can't take this anymore, it is tearing me apart. I want to be loved and accepted for who I am, no not just accepted, I want people to honestly think I'm a beautiful person and not to compare me to anyone. I'm tired of apologizing for not being perfect, or for not having such a nice body.
I feel I'm a good person, I'm compassionate and caring, but none of that matters, all that matters to people is how you look, people get praised more for their outter beauty then inner.
I'm so confused and I stress myself out over trying to find answers that are just impossible to find, I feel that one day, I'm just going to lose my mind, but I may have lost it already ...
 
 

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