It hurts when the one person you feel truly cares for you can hardly see you. Its hard when they are the only one you completely trust and can go to when nothing is right. I feel depressed when I can hardly see him because he makes me laugh. He makes me stay positive and when I focus or dwell on something negative for too long he makes me forget it. He tells me to let it go and he tells me everything is okay and I love him for it. I just wish I could see him more. He truly makes me a better person and helps me to shine and be happy. When my faith is shaken he reassures me that I will be okay. To be honest he's the only one I truly trust. And I would like to thank God for putting him in my life, and for giving me someone who cares for me and loves me the way I need to be loved and cared for. God has truly blessed me.
With Love, Brittany Anne
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Imperfection
Have you ever felt like you are constantly trying to prove yourself to others? Like no matter what you can't live up to their expectations? Even though you know you only need to please yourself you still want others to like you? I have been feeling that a lot lately. I have been feeling imperfect and unworthy and it is the worst feeling in the world. I try to act like I am not bothered but I want people to know I am hurting cause I don't want to fake it my whole life. But most feelings I keep in cause sometimes things are better left unsaid. I feel like I am slipping away. But in the end, I know there is Beauty From Pain. <3
With Love, Brittany Anne
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Sorry for Being Myself
I’m a liar because I won’t tell you everything. I’m stupid because sometimes I’m wrong. I’m ugly because sometimes my face isn’t perfect. I’m a pushover because I like making people happy. I’m a loser because I’m not friends with your group. I’m fake because I’m too nice. I’m weird because I’m not like you. I’m fat because I eat when I’m hungry. I’m clingy because I don’t like to be alone.Im sorry for being myself. actually, im not sorry at all
With Love, Brittany Anne
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