We all cry sometimes,
Weather people notice or not,
We all have pain
once and a while,
Even if it's not see,
We all get hurt,
Some just may not show it,
And everyone gets sad or mad,
it's just that we don't know it.
f.u.c.k. the mirror.She was almost ready to go to bed. Half naked, curled up, remembering how everyone had criticized her before. She could probably get someone to talk her down right now, but the desire had been taken away a while ago.f.u.c.k. the mirror. by Built-up-inside
She hadn't looked in a mirror any more than was really essential, lately. Looking in it made her remember when she was happy with herself. It made her remember dancing in front of it, or squeaking with joy thinking, 'this is my body, this is mine, and I like it.' She could remember the last time she did that clearly. But it'd been almost two weeks. Two weeks she couldn't really stand to look at herself, secretly hated every picture, sat on the scale and hated that, too. Two weeks since she'd smiled when she looked in the mirror other than to make sure she was faking it well enough.
She thought it would pass for a while. "I'm bloated, I'm on my period."
But the period ended, the bloating subsided, and in the end, nothing changed.
She curled up closer in on herself, wishing
Current Residence: east bumfuck... we're south of the boondocks
Favourite genre of music: almost anything but heavy rap and red-neck country
Favourite photographer: ~HornedRatty
MP3 player of choice: Im too poor for an MP3 player...
Shell of choice: shell of choice.... what the crap?
Skin of choice: i wish mine were a little darker....
Favourite cartoon character: Gumby
Personal Quote: a trust in your heart comes half from mine