Calmer now.
Suddenly I am hopeful for the future. I am alive and I am young and I have dreams and I have thoughts and sometimes I do stupid things and then I laugh nervously but that doesn't mean, that doesn't mean I'm not real. I am a person, I am, I am. I exist. No matter what happens I will love myself. I deserve to live.
I'm not beautiful. I'm not smart. I'm not athletic. I'm not witty. I'm not mysterious. I'm not pretty. I'm clumsy. My eyes are too small, my nose is too flat, my face is too long and wide. I'm slow, it takes a moment for things to sink in. I can't run or throw and catch balls.
But that doesn't mean I can't be kind, does it? I can work on being kind, on smiling at people. Bring the focus from "Are these jeans too tight are people looking at me is something on my face?" to "I'm going to make other people happy." Or something.
(What I want is someone to miss me when I'm gone.)
I'm not beautiful. I'm not smart. I'm not athletic. I'm not witty. I'm not mysterious. I'm not pretty. I'm clumsy. My eyes are too small, my nose is too flat, my face is too long and wide. I'm slow, it takes a moment for things to sink in. I can't run or throw and catch balls.
But that doesn't mean I can't be kind, does it? I can work on being kind, on smiling at people. Bring the focus from "Are these jeans too tight are people looking at me is something on my face?" to "I'm going to make other people happy." Or something.
(What I want is someone to miss me when I'm gone.)