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Maybe it’s because you said I look horrible when I wore specs.
Maybe it’s because you said I look ugly in that particular outfit.
Maybe it’s because you said I’ll never be able to find someone.
Maybe it’s because you said I’m a weird and funny.
Maybe it’s because you said everybody else will move on up but I’ll just remain where I am.
Maybe it’s because you said you wish I was a guy instead of a girl.
Maybe it’s because when I talk to you, you are much more interested in sizing me up.
Maybe it’s because you wish I look like her or her or her.
Maybe it’s because when I tell you about my day, you look me and tell… “You’re fat†instead of listening.
Maybe it’s because when I sit down with you, I feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
Maybe it’s because I don’t want you to see who I am because I’m scared of what you’ll say.
Maybe it’s because when I’m trying to tell you something, you don’t want to listen.
Maybe it’s because I’m done being scared and yet I still am.
Maybe it’s because you rather believe someone else instead of me.
Maybe it’s because that even I’m doing what you want me to do, you still have something to say.
Maybe it’s because you keep doing what you do, I’m doing what I’m doing.
Maybe it’s because you are much more interested in when and how much I’m going to give you instead of hearing about my day.
Maybe it’s because when I walk down that road, my heart sinks so low that I want to crumble and cry.
Maybe it’s because I need you pamper me just little, but instead it makes me a much easier target for you.
Maybe it’s because you can look at me and tell me everything that’s wrong about me.
Maybe it’s because when we’re talking, I see it in your eyes how disappointed you are.
Maybe it’s because I still don’t understand why you’re disappointed.
Maybe it’s because you still want to be in control but you realize you can’t.
Maybe it’s because you keep treating me the way you do, I seek comfort outside.
Maybe it’s because I know what you think of me that I hate myself.
Maybe it’s because that even if I tried to tell you, tried to explain it to you…I’m always wrong or I’m too sensitive or I can’t take feedback.
It’s not that you know, I just need you understand. To just look at me and see me.
Only you can make me regret waking up in the morning.
Regret it so much that I wake up crying.
Maybe it’s because it’s just all so damn fucked up.
Posted by:sharkbait
i can’t tell you that i know exactly how you feel because what i’m going through is different. But each time you wake up and regret that you’re awake, i want to give you a giant hug and tell you that things will be okay, that i too feel the same way, so let’s just go out for ice-cream and fuck the world. i love you babe. Probably more than you know and i want you to know that you’re my orea. always.
I know exactly how you feel when you wrote this. Let’s just say, you are the one who speaks for the both of us. If it weren’t for you, my feelings would be trapped inside of me eating me away day by day.
But my dear sister,im glad i have you. Im happy of who you are and i ain’t complaining.You are unique in every special way. They just never took the time to notice that about you.But don’t fret Jones,it’s you who is living your life. Just believe that joy’s waiting for you tomorrow.:) I love you…
-Dubai-
the girl who rights all the wrongs in my life. the girl who makes me laugh till my sides ache. the girl who makes me smile when she knows i’m sad. the girl who would put her life on the line for me and for whom she loves. the girl who is one of the kindest and caring i know. the girl who knows just by looking in my eyes how i’m feeling. the who makes it all ok. the girl who is my anam cara.
con’t
you are beautiful in every way i know. do not ever, ever think any other way just because of what other people might tell you. no matter what the time of day, you know i’m just a call and a shoulder away. i love you, as you are, always.
Lav
Read those comments over and over and over, Sharkbait. There is wisdom there.
My darling sharkbait
I see a beautiful, loving, lovely person when I look at you. A lot of people do. They are like that because they feel lousy about themselves and their lives. They take it out on you. It’s not a nice thing, but they do that. Pray for them.
Don’t let them pull you down to the depths of despair. Don’t let them win. Don’t let them make you one of them.
You are made of better stuff. You were made to love and be loved. And you are, Kelleh.