“I know there are some things about yourself that you think you’d like to change, but you should know that there is some boy out there who is going to like you for everything you are, including those parts of you that even you don’t like — those are going to be the things he likes the most.”
Oh this is the kind of crap that the media has subtly made us believe. None of this is true. No one is going to like you for EVERYTHING you are. But some will accept you for what you are and overlook your flaws although they will still be annoyed by them. We have to learn to be content - hell, we have to learn to be grateful - for anyone who can do that for us and not foolishly continue waiting for someone to come along and like you for everything you are. That is just never going to happen.
again and again, over and over demons that SCREAM IN MY FACE as if I cannot hear, as if I do not already know this. every inch shredded and I am bare.
Right now every ounce of strength has been drained. I want so badly to GIVE UP and just throw this shit away, let this vicious circular cycle of pain and self-loathing slide off my back the way they would if I were a stronger person. We all can wish, can’t we. It’s such a joke how pathetic a human I am; I wish so badly this shameful excuse of an existence wasn’t my life. Searching for answers in others won’t get me anywhere; the only remedy that presents itself is temporal - letting these GOD-FORSAKEN thoughts fall into unconsciousness (along with me).
God-forsaken. Too inexplicably apt.
The best thing left to do is to force myself to be better.
(via ian-somerhalder)
(via thingssheloves)
Take what you will, what you will
And leave. Could you kill, could you kill me
If the world was on fire
and nothing was left but hope or desire
And take all that I could bring forth, is this hell
Or am I on the floor over-desperate?
Hold hands streaming of blood again?
And then take full weight of me
Guard my dreams, figure this out,
It’s me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell
Will you stay strong as you promised?
Cause I’m stranded and bare.
Meanness is washed up in all that I am
is God. Take this and all,
Then grace takes me to a place
Of the father you never had
Ripping and breaking and tearing apart
This is not heaven
This is my hell.
