Tag Archives: confidence

You are better than that.

I just came across this partial post from 2011 in my livejournal. This was the end of the post:

YOU ARE MORE THEN THAT.

YOU *ALL* ARE MORE THEN THAT. EVERY PERSON WHO IS READING THIS NOW…DO YOU HEAR ME???

YOU ARE BETTER THEN THAT! 

Dont let them treat you like crap! Dont let them walk over you! Dont let them talk you down, make you feel ugly, worthless! Realize that YOU are NOT someones second prize, some consolation prize that only a loser would get. 

LIFE IS TOO SHORT. DO YOU GET THAT? WHILE WE SIT HERE MISERABLE SOMEONE IS HEARING THE WORDS “YOU HAVE 6 MONTHS TO LIVE” AND THAT PERSON IS WISHING TO HELL THAT THEY DIDNT DO WHAT WE ARE ALL DOING RIGHT NOW. WE ALL SETTLE FOR SECOND BEST. THAT WE THINK WE ARE SECOND RATE IN THIS WORLD.

We are NOT second rate. Fuck your IQ. Fuck your weight. Fuck your tit size. Fuck your income. Fuck your education. FUCK IT ALL. IN A SECOND ANY OF THAT COULD CHANGE.

SO YOURE BEAUTIFUL—until a fire ravages your face.
SO YOURE SMART–til you have a head trauma and have to learn how to tie your shoes again.
SO YOU HAVE GREAT TITS–til you have to have a mastectomy because you have cancer.
SO YOU HAVE MONEY–til you lose your job and youre fucking homeless.
SO YOUR THIN–Til you get a disease that makes you gain weight, til you have a child and you gain weight.

WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS MATTER? FUCK WHAT YOU ARE! THINK OF WHAT YOU *CAN* BE!

THINK OF HOW I SEE YOU.

REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE SOMEONE SPECIAL.

Advertisements

I Need To Be Me-March 26, 1996

What is wrong with the real me?
No one understands: I need to be free.

No one to control, yet someone to care;
I need independence, but someone who’s there.

Can’t you see this is what I need?
Someone to follow, and no one to lead.

I need to make my own mistakes;
and fix them up, as long as it takes.

When I adventure alone in a dream,
the feeling is great; everlasting it seems.

Then I awake to bitter reality:
No one cares about the real me.

They say they care, but it’s just a facade.
The outside world is normal–and I am an inside odd.

I need to fly, I need to soar,
I need to cry, and fear no more.

I need to be happy, I need people to see:
I need to be loved. I need to be me.