Hey you. Yeah, you…
The person deciding whether or not you should go throw up the meal you just ate. Or, you the girl drowning yourself behind all of that clown stuff we call make-up. Or, how about you? The girl who's ready to go and slice her wrist apart to 'ease-away-the-pain.' You feel like this is the end right? Let me tell you though, it's not. Nobody's there for you? God is. You think he likes the way you feel about yourself? No. He doesn't. At all. When you call yourself dumb, or stupid, or ugly or cuss at yourself, just because someone made you feel that way, your making fun of the only perfect person ever.. God. Your making fun of him by making fun of his creating skills. Why is there only one of you? Because he put you on Earth to be original. He put you here thinking you'd be grateful enough to think of everyone equally, and forgive people when they laugh at you. Or when they hurt your feelings. When they pick on you, push you around, and call you the words your definitely not. It's harsh. It's the most unrealistic thing in the world, and trust me.. I'd know. I love y'all. And when you feed into your negativity? Your only making them stronger, and they come back 10x's harder. But you know what I want you to do now? I want you to stand up, brush yourself off..and come back 20x's harder! Your beautiful. So the next time your starring down at the dinner your thinking about barfing up after you eat it, and you over there looking at the blade as it's about to dig into your skin, stop. Your better than that, trust me. Youre beautiful, yes you the one behind the screen reading this. Don’t change.
Love, A fellow witty girl^
emmanjustin