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Author has written 13 stories for Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Hunger Games, and Mario.
~My PJO FAMILY~
-Not yet Complete-
She is weak. She cries at almost anything and needs comfort. She brought the blade to her wrist and watched the warm, red blood ooze out. She can’t stand on her own and needs someone to lean on. She has no idea why she’s weak, and she doesn’t like feeling like this. It hurts her. It cuts her deep, and leaves a deep, nasty wound on her heart. But her heart has already been wounded, so what’s the difference? She spends most of her nights sobbing her eyes out. She wants a way out. She doesn’t want to be here anymore.
She is hated. Nobody seems to like her as she walks down the hall. They’re always murmuring stuff about her that isn’t true. People stop and stare at her like she’s an alien. She feels uncomfortable, even in her own skin. She hates herself, just like the rest of the world seems to. She is always being put down and non-respected.
She is ugly. The way her hair is always the same hairstyle and is plain. The way her smile curves. She can’t stand the way she looks. Nobody seems to like it, including her. Her eyes are a mucky color and they make her think of puke. Her laugh, that’s ugly too. Did you know that? Everything about her is ugly. Right? Right.
… No, wrong. This is what she thinks. It’s not true, none of it. This is what she think she see’s in the mirror. Why can’t she see that she’s wrong? Why can’t she see that putting herself in this deep hole is hurting herself… and me? The way she talks about herself could make anyone curl up in a corner and cry.
This… This is what she thinks.
But, in reality…
She is strong. Through everything, she held together and pulled through. She’s still here… isn’t she? Physically, yes. Mentally, no. Physically, she’s here and able to be held. She’s not 6 feet under. Mentally, though, she’s dead inside. She needs help but she stays strong… I don’t know many people who could do that.
She is loved. She is loved by so many people it’s unreal. Her family loves her, but she doesn’t see it because they don’t show it. Her friends show it, but she barely has any ‘friends’. Everybody… everybody seems to love her. So, why does she hate herself? Is there something we’re all missing?
She is beautiful. The gauges and piercings make up who she is. Her eyes… They’re mesmerizing. They’re so beautiful. She hides her body, yet it’s perfect. She’s perfect; in every single way. Don’t you see that? Why doesn’t she see this? Her voice so melodious and sweet. Her laugh can bring anyone a smile. She is beautiful. So freakin’ beautiful. She needs to see that.
And, she was voted numerous times for "Best Eyes" "Class Clown" "Most Creative" and "Most likely to Succeed" - some of the kids who took the poll were even popular and barely hung out with her. But guess what? They see her talent, and there is not one word that describes her - there are more than one.
This is what she is. Not ugly, or hated, or weak. No, she is beautiful, strong, and loved. She is perfect in every single way.
We are all imperfect, even her. But, that’s what makes us perfect.
What is ugly?
Not having any designer clothes or uggs? Not having your boobs stick out or your ass all out in public? Wearing braces or having glasses?
Do you guys see how stupid that sounds?
I guess I'm ugly...
... At least I'm not dumb.
"I want to be beautiful. Make you stand in awe. Look inside my heart, and be amazed. I want to hear you say, who I am is quite enough. I wanna be worthy of love and beautiful." -Bethany Dillon
My life is incredibly perfect; I have no flaws, nor do the people I hang out with, love or care about. There are butterflies dancing across my smiling eyes, rainbows appearing here and there. Wait, did you see that? It's a unicorn! So beautiful, so free. I am running through a field of roses, tulips - the most prettiest flowers ever to blossom upon the bossom of this vital substance; you cannot catch me, for I control the paint and canvas.
My life is damned; I have a lot of flaws, more than one ego. My parents threatens me every time I get one B. Unicorns aren't real. Roses have thorns. I am influenced by a bunch of mundane, useless things. I don't control everything, and life is beautiful... Death is. I don't have a brush, but you do.
Paint me doing all of these things I want, I wish, I need. Paint me without tears or sorrow. Paint me without a knife in my hands.
Perfect has no percise definition. And I'm far from it.
Every month I have a bunch of lackluster details that shouldn't be on here.
I don't flame. It's cyberbullying. But I help other people realize their mistakes, even though I may seem like a dumbass.
You don't know what I go through in life. Don't call me a bitch, or say "no" right in front of my face.
I pray every single night for other people instead of myself.
"My life is a rose...
So beautiful; so precious -
But has thorns that pierce through your skin and hurt"
"...Men are like roses...
... Watch out for all of the pricks ..."
"I'm not Miss Universe... I'm Miss Understood"
Youtube account: IAmTheBeat101 [I fixed it]
Without GOD, our week would be:
I am not ashamed of God!
Seven days without GOD will make one weak.
I believe God is real.
Christianity isn't just a religion...
~ I am 100% Filipino. ~
S.W.A.G = Something. We. Asians. Got