Everyone currently needs to realize it's the first of December tomorrow.
I used to constantly think about how this boy broke my heart, and how i will never get over him.
I used to hate my adviser when i was still in high school, thinking she hates me more than i do to her.
I used to feel embarrassed when people stare at me. I was once a paranoid and all i cared about was how people think of me:
"how do i dress?"
"how do i look when i smile?"
"do these boys think i'm cute?"
"these bunch of girls probably hate me"
"i'm so ugly"
I used to cry every night while talking to Him. I forgot to be thankful with what i had.
I used to hate myself, and this hatred nonetheless reflected on my own self. I became a chaotic, impulsive ***** who only thinks about how to fit in in this society.
I used to read sad poems.
I used to write sad poems. Poems about how i hate myself so much that i actually wished to die.
I used to think that my first love had to be some insignificant boy, when it should have been myself.
And now, just a few minutes before the clock hit 12, I finally realized how tough i am to survive in these hardships. I finally learned how to appreciate myself. And by this time, I am so sure about one thing: I'm so in love with myself and all my millions.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Everyone currently needs to realize it's the first of December tomorrow.
I used to constantly think about how this boy broke my heart, and how i will never get over him.
I used to hate my adviser when i was still in high school, thinking she hates me more than i do to her.
I used to feel embarrassed when people stare at me. I was once a paranoid and all i cared about was how people think of me:
"how do i dress?"
"how do i look when i smile?"
"do these boys think i'm cute?"
"these bunch of girls probably hate me"
"i'm so ugly"
I used to cry every night while talking to Him. I forgot to be thankful with what i had.
I used to hate myself, and this hatred nonetheless reflected on my own self. I became a chaotic, impulsive ***** who only thinks about how to fit in in this society.
I used to read sad poems.
I used to write sad poems. Poems about how i hate myself so much that i actually wished to die.
I used to think that my first love had to be some insignificant boy, when it should have been myself.
And now, just a few minutes before the clock hit 12, I finally realized how tough i am to survive in these hardships. I finally learned how to appreciate myself. And by this time, I am so sure about one thing: I'm so in love with myself and all my millions.
