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"I respect myself, I always have."
"Everyone on the bus can laugh at me, and I'll be like... Screw you guys, I look good'"
-Amy Lee (Random quotes)

When you're sad, who wants to know? Nobody seems to care. If somebody is crying, you don't need to ask "Are you okay?" When you cry, does it mean you're weak? I used to believe that if I cried, people would laugh at me. To have somebody laugh at you makes you feel like you're slowly dying. Everyday, it speeds up the process, leading you down the path to misfortune. How it's possible some people ignore it? Even I don't know.

If you're heartless and care not for the person, but for your opinion of them, then you'll cause pain that even you don't want. I know it's just a person's opinion, but that always seems to be the reason as to everything in this world. You think you have to live off another person's opinion on you.

If somebody told you that you were ugly, would you believe it? Do you really think you're ugly? If you lack self confidence, and have a low self esteem, then you might think that. Believe me, it hurts more than the fact you're going to die one day. I'm one of those people, doubting and having no faith in anything I do. If somebody tells me I did something good, I'd just shrug and say in my mind: They're lying. I have no self confidence. I don't take pride in anything I do, and think of it only as a failure. I don't draw around people, and hide it if I do, because I don't believe it's good enough for even me to look at. I'm so hopeless...

My entries are long, but that's only because I want to write. I let all my pain go by writing parts of a story or even just a short story. I'm not trying to be dramatic. I'm just showing the third personality I depend so much on. T
he reason I say things like this, is because I want things to change. It's hard to watch somebody be torn apart by something so petty, when there's so much sorrow in the world, like if you lose someone dear to you. I wish the best for whoever reads this, and I silently pray every night, for those who are in much more pain. cry