allow me to welcome you to my existance. after awhile, the grossness just dims into acceptance of "what the hell at least I'm not deformed" and "all my inner nastiness can be hidden by gallons of diet coke."
probably not the best life motto, but for high school it works as good as any.
...I feel like it sounds like I'm making light of this post. I'm not, really. I TOTALLY with you, I just add in the part about d coke and such for the hope of at least making you smile.
you're beautiful, inside and out. and the imperfections, the parts of ourselves that we can't even begin to try to explain or accept, are what make that beauty real.
I am broken like everyone else on this earth. Understanding is my gift, and I have a passion for singing. Blank scrabble pieces are my worst nightmare, and writing music is my dream. I love to dance, but not synchronized steps. Over thinking things is a skill of mine, and I wish I read more. My head stays firmly planted on my shoulders, and over the years I have come to admire loyalty, faith, and courage. One day I hope to master one of these, or at least attempt to recreate all three.
allow me to welcome you to my existance.
ReplyDeleteafter awhile, the grossness just dims into acceptance of "what the hell at least I'm not deformed" and "all my inner nastiness can be hidden by gallons of diet coke."
probably not the best life motto, but for high school it works as good as any.
...I feel like it sounds like I'm making light of this post. I'm not, really. I TOTALLY with you, I just add in the part about d coke and such for the hope of at least making you smile.
you're beautiful, inside and out. and the imperfections, the parts of ourselves that we can't even begin to try to explain or accept, are what make that beauty real.
I know this feeling all too well.
ReplyDeleteJolly songs help me, too.