Friday, 21 October 2011
03:10:36 AM (GMT)
For a day, you feel pretty.
And you even made a friend with potential
of a great friendship and you have an amazing
boyfriend and amazing friends, normal married parents,
you have food at your table,
you have decent clothes and all that general crap.
But then you stumble upon what's possibly
the prettiest girl you've ever seen.
Yes, These are the negatives of Facebook stalking.
You come across a girl. She's prettier than you.
Better than you.
She has the body you'd kill for.
The beauty you're craving.
The eyes you want.
The talent you dream of.
And everything else.
Then, it returns.
The awful, ugly thing living inside you that says
"That's right, bitch. She's skinny and pretty. You're fat and ugly.
Jealous? I hope so. Because you'll never look like her. Now, go cry like
the ugly fat bitch you are"
And you know what?
You cant help but think how right that demon is.
You choose to believe it. It even shows proof in mirrors.
And pictures. And says "Ew, this is you" and you're pretty damn
But what the hell.
It'll never go away.
It'll never leave me alone.
It beats me up with one glance at the mirror.