“Behind everything beautiful, there is some kind of pain.” Bob Dylan
sometimes i wonder why i make all this effort. sometimes i wonder why i laugh when my heart is breaking. sometimes i wonder why i wake up every morning. sometimes i wonder why i study so hard. sometimes i wonder why i’m doing all this because it doesn’t seem to be worth it.
i used to wear makeup to school everyday, wake up an hour early to shower, dress up… make myself perfect. no one was to see my flaws. but i realized that it’s too hard. being a perfectionist only makes me unhappy.
so what if people want to be like this, so what if people are envious? i used to do it for the jealousy. but not for myself.
now, i don’t see the point. making people jealous won’t make me happy at all.
i’d rather love myself without having to rely on others. i’d rather believe i am beautiful without anyone complimenting me. i’d rather be full of flaws and loved than to be loved because i have non.
(via artpixie)
