When people ask me" are you okay"
i say "Yeah i'm just tired"
and what tired really means is
(T)orn apart
(I)nsecure
(R)eally faking my smile
(E)xtremely sad
(D)rowning in tears

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Um6EUIwLSm8

The moment you stop making mistakes is the moment you stop learning.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDxgSvJINlU

It's not a label I'm proud to be part of
It's not a word that brings a happy feeling
It's not something anyone wants to be....
yet it's the truth; and people are.

Whether it's from heartbreak
or a past mistake
abuse
or a choice you didn't make

Or maybe...
it's the choice you did make
that left you this way.
That regret that's eating you alive
and leaving you..well...broken inside.

How do you fix yourself
If the only person who can fix you
is the one who you love the most
and who loves you.....
if you broke them in return?

And how do you fix that person
If, because of that one stupid choice,
he no longer wants anything to do with you..
no longer speaks to you.

Do you give up and stay broken?
Do you fight to fix things?
Do you keep trying to mend the broken pieces?
or do you just let the pieces scatter and scar

The only reason some has to be sad about the way they look is if they don't look like this...
https://www.google.com/search?q=Kate+Upton&espv=2&biw=1366&bih=667&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwifkPOtxYzLAhVG1CYKHY7wD5sQ_AUIBigB&safe=active&ssui=on#safe=active&tbm=isch&q=Kate+Upton+2016

Every night I lay in bed, thinking over my worst regrets.

The only reason I’m still alive, is because i’m not completely dead inside.

I’m still alive because I know, that suicide is the worst way to go.

If I kill myself then I will just be, another regret added to someone else’s night.

They’ll regret our meeting, they’ll regret our time.

I lay in bed, too scared to die.

Because I don’t want to be another thing that people regret.

https://youtu.be/9HUCImbsX5Q hey guys plz click on link & watch my short film m playing lead on that ,this story written by me also ....its performance oriented

https://youtu.be/9HUCImbsX5Q hey guys plz click on link & watch my short film m playing lead on that ,this story written by me also ....its performance oriented

I just... can't breathe right now. I went to my mom's memorial Saturday, and I even have her ashes in a necklace... but it hasn't hit all the way yet. I know she's gone, but it's like... My heart doesn't want to believe I just lost my best friend. She was the one person who kept me anchored... The one person I could go to when I wanted nothing more than to cry my eyes out.. Now, she's gone, and I feel all the darkness that I've tried to keep at bay my whole life just come creeping back in. All the pain, all the hurt, all the anger.. It just comes rushing back. And now, I can't talk to my mom about it.. I mean, I can, but it's not the same.. I can't hear her voice anymore to help me. Or to tell me to be strong. That she loves me.. and it's slowly killing me.