Ugly. Fat. Stupid. Mean. Stubborn. Clumsy. Crazy. Pessimistic. Delusional. Impatient. Absentminded. Obsessive. Fanatical.Whiney. Hypocritical. Annoying. Judgmental. Vain. Loud. Naive. Insane.
A geek. A nerd. A loser. A gamer. An introvert. A faker.
A bitch. A dweeb. A misfit. A loner. A pest. A child.
and proud of it.
Labels mean nothing to me. You’re just as ugly as the words you spew out. If you let these insults – these names – get to you, then you’ll only end up consumed by this overwhelming feeling of helplessness. I hate how weak I am, but that only helps me get stronger.
Bullies make me sick.
I am who I am and words can’t change that.
This post seems really unoriginal. It is. Yet somehow, I feel like everybody should post something like this. We all fall down sometimes and need a hand. We all let words and insults fly at us and bring our spirits down. Sometimes, it’s nice to rebuild yourself through a post like this. If words can make you weaker, words can also make you stronger. Even if these words are cheesy and overrated, there’s some sentiment that accompanies it. With pride, you can feel a little stronger. It can help you get back up again. In my opinon anyway.
Hard times need some hard cheers. This is how I do it. Writing does wonders to your spirit.
I used to turn to God – use my prayers as a way out of things – until I found out that things don’t work that way. God won’t live your life for you. God won’t lend a helping hand if you can help yourself. I still believe in Him, but it’s time I stopped depending on this little thing called faith. There are other places to place faith. In friends, in hobbies – whatever works. Always go with whatever works.
Healing is a long process – especially if you don’t know where the wound came from. Your heart. Soul. Mind. Body. Or maybe the wound came from all directions. It doesn’t matter. Let time work its magic.
—tumblr: try again. it’s not too late.