As much as we say we love ourselves, deep down, we loathe many things within us. Sometimes, we even allow it to agitate us. On a bad day when we look into the mirror, all we can ever make out is an ugly creature standing there. Sunken cheek bones, twig-like legs, a starved stomach, crooked nose, sickly pale skin.. eating disorder.. but what 'bout all the talks of our inner beauty that shines throughout? Seriously.. In this day & age, it has been neglected by many. It has become such a drag. The majority only bothers 'bout who's attractive & who's not. Who has the money & who is fuckable. Is she Miss popular or is she Miss skank.. of the year? Are the rumors ture? Yeaah, i bet it is. Pass it on!

Lies. Hypocrisy. Betrayal. 

swarming around all of us. Makes our speculation even more inevitable, who can you trust? The one who would stick by your side through all your fucking miserable troubles? OR The one who finds you just for some tomfoolery. Who is the guy/girl you're gonna wanna be with forever? The one that says "you're so goddamn beautiful & that's why i love you". OR The one that says "you're so goddamn beautiful because i love you"..

I'm not implying we won't find someone out there for us but even so, when we have the answers right before our very eyes, we choose to walk another direction.. why?

Sometimes, as much as i hope & wish it wouldn't be, i think i'm driving myself to my own fucking grave.