People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos is because things are being loved and people are being used.
Learn from your past, move on, grow stronger.
People are fake, but let your trust last longer. Do what you got to do, but always stay true, and never let anyone get the best of you.
I know what it's like to be so mad, you go into this blind rage and don't even remember what you said or did. I know what it's like to be so heartbroken, you can't even look at yourself in the mirror without bursting into tears. I know what it's like to have so many bad things happen to you,you start to lose faith in everything. However, I also know times of pure joy and happiness. And if I can just keep my mind set on those, I know I'll make it through all of the hard times. And maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to find the faith I thought I had lost forever.
Society expects us to be perfect, so we can all look the same, and be 'beautiful' You know what? Fuck all that. Fuck your standards, fuck what you think is perfect, fuck all of you who think you have to be super thin to be beautiful. I'm done caring what you think of me. Be happy with your body, smile, because you're beautiful the way you are.
I have curves, so I’m fat. If I wear makeup, I’m fake. If I say what I think, I’m a bitch. If I cry some times, I’m a drama queen. If I have guy friends, I’m a slut. If I stand up for myself, I'm mouthy. Seems like you can’t do anything nowadays without being labeled. So what, go ahead and label me, see if I give a shit.
. We're liars. We're thieves. We're addicts. We take our happiness for granted until we hurt ourselves or someone else. We hold grudges. And when faced with our mistakes, we reinvent the past. We reinvent ourselves. At least we try. We're prideful, and we're lustful, and we're incredibly flawed. And eventually, our flaws catch up to us.
I could write novels about pain. Not the kind of pain you get when you break your arm, but the kind that makes your broken heart go into your throat, so that it takes all of your energy and concentration to breathe. The kind of pain that makes you want to scream & sob at the same time. The kind of pain that makes you want to hurt everyone around you because you're suffering & they're not, because they can breathe without feeling guilty & hold a normal conversation without breaking down into fits of tears or rage. A pain that bites it's tongue and nods acceptingly when asked if okay.
It's easy to forget how perfectly life works out. When you are down, you believe that things never work in your favor. But if you look back, you see that, in many cases, things happened exactly the way they needed to.
It's like all the bad stuff you've went through, the people who've disappointed you and the things that didn't go your way.. Suddenly you feel grateful for them, because those are the things that got you here. Those are the things that made you strong. Those are the things that helped you learn who you can trust, who you can depend on and those are the things that showed you what it's like to struggle, but in the end turn out just fine.
Here’s to all my girls, be proud of who you are. It didn’t take a man to get you this far You just pick up your head and stare at something beautiful like the sky, or the ocean, and you’ll move the hell on.
