It's so hard not to equate my worth with my beauty I wish I could rip off my skin and my bones and muscles so that the only thing left was my brain My thoughts My love My spirit I hope we end up like that somehow in the end...***** of energy that emulate our spirit The way we saw the world The way we tried
I feel like I'm wasting time Being sad over things I know aren't tangible and connected to my worth It's so hard to separate my brain from what I was brought up to believe I've learned that if my stomach is flat enough and skin is clear enough that everyone will like me
(They will. It's true.) Everyone falls in love with a beautiful person a little bit As if they did something to deserve or create their physical appearance The only thing that happened to create them is animalistic
We are all animals in the end Reduced to dust, funneled through plants, eaten by animals, who are eaten by something bigger A vicious cycle of death and rebirth There is nothing left for us. Our minds have created a world soft enough to tread through; protected by gods and love and kindness
If you're really a nice person, you'll be rewarded There is no reward. There is no secret. We are all here to exist and make the most of it I'm not making the most of it. I'm sitting and dealing with oth(my)ers expectations I'm going through stress to make my life harder For what? Acceptance? To get along with other animals? We all start, act, and end the same; as animals.
this is me expressing an emotion I experience depending on the day. There are good days tho, and they are increasing in number. Love yourself - it is a struggle and a journey <3