You think you can tell Heaven from Hell?
“Baby’s all dressed up with nowhere to go
That’s the little story of the girl you know
Relying on the kindness of strangers
Tying cherry knots, smiling, doing party favors
Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on
Sing your song, song, now the camera’s on
And you’re alive again”
Leave me alone. I don’t need you to understand my needs.
SHUT THE FUCK UP I HATE YOU MOM I HATE YOU DAD CAN YOU BOTH JUST SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP I HATE BOTH OF YOU SO. MUCH……
What makes you think you know what’s best for you?
What makes you think you know what’s right and what’s wrong?
What makes you think you know the difference between good and bad?
What makes you think you know what you’re doing?
What makes you think you know everything?
I HATE YOU GOD
I HATE YOU GOD
I HATE YOU GOD
I HATE YOU GOD
I HATE YOU GOD
I HATE YOU.
My mask is off! The image I’ve so painfully crafted has been destroyed! Now everyone knows the truth. I feel exposed and naked; it’s as if everyone can see through me AND I AM SO SCARED I AM SO SCARED SO AFRAID I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I AM SO ASHAMED OF
They say that looks doesn’t matter.
Liars.
Really? Looks doesn’t matter? Then why do we have to be judged based on how we dress? Why does “First Impressions” counts?
I strongly believe that if you’re beautiful, you will be successful.
This theory applies everywhere. In work, in life, in relationships…
I’ve seen many people here posting about their loved ones. And they will always describe how beautiful he/she looks. Why? Why the looks? Why can’t they describe their character instead?
If you’re beautiful, you get the men/women.
If you’re beautiful, you get the job.
If you’re beautiful, you get more care and concern. And attention.
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