ugly

you want me to seal these lips from the world;

so you can rise from my silence

you call me weak

so you can stand tall on false righteousness.

I will bot be tamed to be the woman you enslave with your pious approval

beauty isn’t something foreign to my repertoire

You just shamed me into painting it ulgy

Skeleton in the Closet

Let me tell you a secret.

It doesn’t matter how bad you think you are at something. There’s always going to be someone who loves what you create. In the same breath, it doesn’t matter how good you think you at something.

There’s always going to be someone who hates what you create. You don’t need to be everyone’s cup of tea. Everytime you pick up that pen or that brush or whatever it is, you’re improving. There’s no way for you to get worse.

So there’s no absolute point in quitting.

If you’re in it to please everyone.

You might be doing something wrong.

And I kept drinking …

“I kept drinking because it was the only time I felt alive. I kept drinking because I needed to stop thinking of jumping off the edge. I wanted to drown myself in something other than the melancholy feeling that surrounded me. I kept drinking to forget about the scars that covered my body, sometimes I think there’s more scar than skin. I kept drinking because sometimes I didn’t want to feel alive, I wanted numbness. I want to feel numb and blurry all over.”

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