Is it really that impossible to wake up every morning feeling contented, and not being constantly reminded of how unhappy I am with my looks?
Imagine looking into the mirror every morning and the first thing that comes to your mind is "fuck, can I give school a miss until I look better" or worse, complete silence followed by a deep, long sigh. I can't even comprehend this anymore. I just want to love myself. I want to look effortlessly pretty with deep and pretty double eyelids, and if I can't, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make it happen if that makes me happy. Then I wouldn't be so fucking bothered by the opinions of others because this inferiority complex shit is cutting deeper every single fucking day and it HURTS, it hurts too bad.
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