This is me. With every one of my imperfections. This is me With my broken heart wore on my wrist. This is me With my tear swollen eyes. This is me With every mistake I have and ever will make. And this is you Judging me for who I am. And this is you Bringing me down. And this is you Carelessly hurting me. And this is you Slowly killing every square inch of me.
But isn't it beautiful The way we fall apart It's magical and tragic all the ways we break our hearts So unpredictable We're comfortably miserable We think we're invincible Completely unbreakable Maybe we are
I think shorts are too short when your pockets hang out from the bottom of them (it looks trashy); Getting mad At someone or making fun of someone for their mistakes, opinions, or preferences is petty (that includes gay marriage and whether or not they like one direction or sleeping with sirens); A majority of pop music is repetitive and all sounds the same (most of it does); You look childish when you call someone out on their opinion ("oh, your opinions is stupid." " well, your opinion of my opinion is stupid!"); Sometimes, karma just doesn't get the job done (on most things, not all. But revenge...); If someone is rude or mean to you, be mean back, they started it, and by saying “I’ll be the better person and not" is quite cowardly in most situations (if someone says"well your stupid" that's when you don't say anything,but give them a dirty look. If someone says "your shirt makes you look fatter that a whale" say something to that b*tch that will make them regret the day they were born.); Rock music is the best and it's fine to like Nickelback (go ahead and judge me for liking Nickelback); That most kids take stupid and petty problems to the school counselor, even though they should be able to handle it themselves (not things like "omg he broke upwithme!" or "she doesn't want to be my friend anymore." oh well get over it. But things like family problems or depressing thoughts, you know something serous?). If someone physically hurts you, fight back, don't let them nearly kill you (don't you dare make the first move, but you damn well better end it.)
At my eighth grade graduation it was a kid in a wheelchair's turn to go across the stage. We were not supposed to applaud until the end, we were in the middle of the alphabet. When he got his diploma the entire eighth grade class (about 240 kids) , along with everyone's families (almost 1000 people), gave this kid a standing ovation. People didn't even clap at the end as hard as they did for him. I can honestly say that that was the most inpirational thing i have ever witnessed.
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, forth way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes while she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make others smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down in her soul.
Maybe this is what the Mayans predicted. Not an asteroid, or a solar flare, but the end of what we are. We no longer cherish life, or other people, animals, or the earth an all the resources put on it. War, genocide, abuse, senseless mass murder, animal cruelty, gluttony, greed; it's all a waste. Look around you, the end of the world is already here.
; On April 16th, if you or anyone you know: struggles with self harm, is suicidal, is depressed, has anxiety, is unhappy, going through a broken heart, lost a loved one, etc. draw a semicolon on your wrist A semicolon represents a sentence the author could've ended, but chose not to... The author is you and the sentence is your life.