Embrace your body... everyone is made equal and you're all beautiful in your own way.

Its all bullshit. 

If you're unfortunate looking, people will hate on you, you'll never have any so called "true" friends and when it comes to people who will back you up; Everyone's already running to the other side before you have a chance to look behind you.

If you're rich, powerful and beautiful, you have the world at the tips of your fingers, and the people are your puppets.

They'll agree to anything you say, do anything you want, and back you up when shit goes down.

Beauty has its own magic in itself (sex appeal).

The truth is, you are your own friend.

You're always gonna be one against the odds, and when you're right, people will tell you that you're wrong.

When you dream big, people will be there all along the way to crush them and suppress you.

Everyone's there to knock you down... But like they say; get back up and keep going.

Because in the end, you learn more from not having anybody there to help you along the way.

    "If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
    It is as fat and fulsome to mine ear
    As howling after music."

17

The one of few days where I'm meant to feel special and happy;

Just feels like any ordinary day where I want to cry.

I hate being the centre of the attention where everyone just stares at you and sings at you.

I'm happy being invisible and alone, where nobody pays any attention and nobody bothers.

I don't want anything else but the ground to swallow me up so I can disappear.

Because if there's anything that I cannot stand, its people forcing themselves to sing for you.
Not to mention all the insincere wishes, smiles and meaningless conversation.

I. Don't. Want. Any. Of. It.

Alice Practice

You're not even the slightest bit sorry.

You're meant to care and I don't even know if you do.

I trusted in you, but now I just feel like part of your stupid joke.

People just keep sucking me in, and I keep falling into their traps and lies.

Because no matter where I go, or what I do; 

I always end up in the same place, with the same feeling.

Gutless, stupid, broken-hearted and worthless.

Breakfast At Tiffany's

Holly Golightly.

~

I wish I was her.

She's eighteen, flighty, and so goddamn attractive.

She doesn't have any responsibilities, no commitments, not care in the world.

She may be lonely, but being alone doesn't bother me.

Because sometimes, having nothing makes you realise you have more than you could ever hope for.

But maybe that's just what I want.

Nothing.

You suck.

At everything you do.

You try, and try, and try.

You think you know everything; that you have control of everything...

But then in a moment you realise that everything is much harder than you expected.

and you just fail.

You think you have no more tears to shed;

That you really don't give a shit anymore, but deep down, you really do.

Weeeeeeeee!

I'm sick.

Sick of ALWAYS being the one who makes an effort in every friendship.

Sick of being everybody's doormat.

Sick of seeing beautiful people and hating myself.

Sick of trying and failing miserably.

Sick and tired of always being the last one.

But worst of all, 

I'm sick of being hated by everyone; even if I haven't done anything to hurt them.

/le sigh