March 2012
Butterflies can’t see their own wings. They can’t see the intricate patterns and delicately painted colors. They don’t know that they’re beautiful. People are kind of like that too.
Friend: Hey what's wrong? You seem quiet.
Mind: I'm insecure, I'm slacking in my classes, All my "friends" are fake, I'm restless and tired and hopeless. I dread getting out of bed in the morning. I start crying out of the blue, I'm worthless, hopeless, and I can't take it anymore. No one seems to notice though.
Me: *puts on a smile*Nothing, sorry just tired lately, no big deal.
February 2012
