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| Life underneath a shell People will always find something for them to hate. It's impossible to please everyone. Love yourself because you're worth more than all those pathetic judgments and comments that they've used to describe who you are. Because the thought of you breathing is just so fucking incredible it makes me wanna love my life even more. Because life is wonderful, and so are you. You're insecure about yourself lately. Laughter escapes from your lips to cover up your insecurities. Tons of foundation and powder won't be able to conceal your thoughts. Your thought of fitting in and becoming one of them is the ultimate goal now. All you've ever wanted is to fucking fit in. Little do you know that you're destroying yourself just to make yourself to appear to be more likable and more interesting. Since when did someone else's opinions became who you truly are inside? Since when did it matters to wear makeup to school or not? Since when did curling your hair to make you feel better about yourself turns into an offence? Since when did saying what you think is stupid? Since when giving all the love you can is a crime? Since never January. |