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Please stop telling me I’m beautiful. It hurts me, and I don’t know how to tell you this. It hurts because it makes me feel. I don’t want to feel. I am the type of person who feels passionately and ends up getting hurt when I do. That’s why I settled for mediocre. Mediocre doesn’t break my heart. Mediocre loves me and wouldn’t hurt me. I know that I am cursed to live the rest of my life without true passion or happiness and that’s what I deserve for the abundance of bad choices I have made. Choices I continue to make. It’s ok though. I take responsibility for everything I’ve ever done and although I know that I am a mess and not worthy of the passion and love that I constantly seek, it still hurts when you say those words to me. —Wishes I were smart enough to walk away
This article appears in Oct 22-28, 2015.
I read this and couldn’t help but feel your pain… Perhaps someone sees the beauty in you and you just have to see it for yourself … Good thing is you recognize that you have done things that you are not proud of … You can change it… Never quit on yourself…you deserve happiness … There are things you can do to make this happen…hugs
That is, hands down, the most tragic thing I have ever read… not even being sarcastic… whoa… suddenly I don’t feel so screwed up… thanks… I guess…
Gotta love the ‘you deserve’ and ‘I deserve’ …really?? If people got what they REALLY deserved none of us would be breathing, so fuck you WEIRDO….
The kind of psycho who looks in the mirror and repeats New Age affirmations like “I’m a good, honest and likeable person” and ‘breathes in the white-light and breathes out the black-negativity’
LMAO
Okay, okay… seriously?!? Take a chance. FEEL. Fuck it, why not?!? I don’t imagine we’ll be feelin’ too much when we’re compost, which could be five seconds away… life is oh-so very short.