"When I was 10, I thought the world was beautiful. It was so vibrant and colorful. I tried to smile and laugh as much as I could.
When I was 12, I met my first bully. She told me I was stupid and nobody liked me. I laughed it off, but the world dimmed a little bit.
When I was 14, the bully came back. This time, she let me know how worthless and ugly and disgusting I was. This time it hurt. I stopped smiling and laughing. The world dimmed a little bit more.
When I was 16, the bully had left and an boy came into my life. He introduced me to what love is and he made me feel perfect and than he started to abuse me with words. I believed him that I was ugly and fat and worthless. For the first time, it stung when I showered. The color in the world faded away.
When I was 17, I had a man follow me home and tell me that I looked nice. I was wearing a sweater and jeans when he said that to me. I could not go anywhere alone for months. The world became bleak and dreary.
I am now 18, I cannot wear short sleeved tshirts. I can barely smile and laugh without the urge to break into tears. Everyday life seems so hopeless. People cannot love me. They cannot care about me. The only reason why I’m still holding on is that maybe there is hope for me after all. Maybe one day I can be happy"
this is my tragic life (via awakebutinadream)
When I was 12, I met my first bully. She told me I was stupid and nobody liked me. I laughed it off, but the world dimmed a little bit.
When I was 14, the bully came back. This time, she let me know how worthless and ugly and disgusting I was. This time it hurt. I stopped smiling and laughing. The world dimmed a little bit more.
When I was 16, the bully had left and an boy came into my life. He introduced me to what love is and he made me feel perfect and than he started to abuse me with words. I believed him that I was ugly and fat and worthless. For the first time, it stung when I showered. The color in the world faded away.
When I was 17, I had a man follow me home and tell me that I looked nice. I was wearing a sweater and jeans when he said that to me. I could not go anywhere alone for months. The world became bleak and dreary.
I am now 18, I cannot wear short sleeved tshirts. I can barely smile and laugh without the urge to break into tears. Everyday life seems so hopeless. People cannot love me. They cannot care about me. The only reason why I’m still holding on is that maybe there is hope for me after all. Maybe one day I can be happy"
