Life is always changing. We are surrounded by lies and hidden from the truth. They say it is to protect us, to keep us from harm… but what they don’t see is that the lies have overcome them and they are no longer speaking the truth. We cannot trust anyone any more, who knows who has been captured by guilt and darkness or who has a heart of gold and a mind that gleams with sunlight.
(Source: challengedminds)
I feel like I’m the one always being left behind.
We all have dreams that we’d become famous for something… not having to worry about money because it’d all be in the bank, it’d be waiting to be spent freely.
A question is often asked: ‘Love, or Money?’ most would say love, but I reckon a lot of them would be lying. You cannot buy Love, but you can go nowhere without Money. You can’t do anything. Though we all crave attraction and care, it wouldn’t be complete if you couldn’t be happy if you were poor.
They say Money doesn’t grow on trees… but what about the wealthy? They leak money like sweat, they indulge in their advantages and they don’t realise just how lucky they are.
When I look in the mirror I always think “Oh, I look disgusting”
I wish that people valued me as much as I value them. I wish they’d put themselves out there to spend time with me, as I would for them.
I often get a funny feeling. A feeling of something of the unknown. A feeling which haunts me and plants itself right inside my hollow bones. It is a feeling which I know not to regret; for I have never come across this emotion before and know nothing other than the fact that it doesn’t feel right, doesn’t feel good. All I know is… if I had to feel this way all day, every day, I’d rather bury myself in a hole and slowly fall to my rest as the soil seeps into my system as I try not to catch my breath.
“Are you okay?” Some people would ask. And as if I felt like I didn’t matter and would soon be invisible I’d reply “Yes, I’m perfectly fine” when really, something of a devil inside me would be screaming and whirling around my head… “She’s not okay, she isn’t fine” it’d say, repeatedly. And I’d take no notice of it and brush it off like dust on my shoulder because I knew I wouldn’t be worth much soon. Nobody would care or notice that I had disappeared and I’d become the forgotten, sad girl who nobody knew because she had no reason to feel remorse but the fact that she was alone.
I don’t like seeing people cry, all I have to offer is a hug and advice that may or may not be useful.
