Defy the Ordinary, Fuck the Normal. Ayyyeeeyooo This is Bows and i am the biggest female video game nerd to have ever surfaced this earth! i post mostly funny video game pictures etc. (: enjoy!
Oh you know, I’m just becoming increasingly depressed, staying up all night a slave to my mind for hours. I just feel like crying. all negative shit happening without much positive. This shit isn’t balanced. I’m so close to cracking, but you know… not a single person would be there for me if i even opened up to them about what has been on my mind. Even if i opened up i’d be hated for what would leave my mouth, leading to much more stress and depression. I’m really good at hiding my feelings. I wish i could fully open up to someone and just cry and poor everything out, but i cannot allow myself to appear weak, even though i am. Yay depression! making me a fucking lunatic.
This fucking kid who thinks he is gods gifted video gamer, yet when he picks up Dark Souls he asks ME what to do every time. Then he still acts like he is such a bad ass. Fucking suck my dick you pathetic piece of fecal matter. Your ego gives me cancer. I wish i could invade your world and make you my bitch. Make you bow down and suck my invisi-cock.
How i look at myself with my eyes.
Facing a mirror, too often was it just a quick glance to see the smog depressed look i harbored for years, not enjoying the sight of my own reflection Then would look away, Not observing much or tears would start to pour down my face. I wasn’t fat or anorexic. I was a dork that everyone made fun of my awkward build, bucked teeth, and big breasts, that i was labeled for ‘stuffing’. Being looked at with such discuss scared me for quite a long time.
I was extremely insecure i often wore big hoodies just to mask anything else people at school could possibly make fun of. NEVER smiled with my teeth showing. I restricted myself from doing the simplest things just to make sure i didn’t give anything more out to be made fun of. Always wishing i could be pretty like this and that girl.
The only thing i could observe in that mirror was my sad eyes staring back at me, my silhouette a baggy mess, and my aura was nothing but just a mist.
I look at my hips in the mirror. I have them, and they are gorgeous. I turn to the side, and I look gently over my shoulder. I look at the curves of my skin, and the shapes that my body takes, that it has never before taken. My body has changed in the last couple of years, not much but, more importantly, so have my eyes and how I use them to look at my body and my soul.
They’re softer now, like the palest of pink rose petals floating down, landing on the clear water while I look at my body. As my wide brown eyes gaze silently into the mirror at the contours of my silhouette, my body gently swerves to reveal itself to me, moving in a way that implies some sort of music is playing that only I can hear, as I stand, bare, facing who i am today.
I am now shocked to see that it is beautiful– that I am beautiful. Not Only am i beautiful physically, but my inner beauty has never been more vibrant. Curing my self worth and confidence I have realized, has nothing to do with my body; it has everything to do with my eyes. In fact, body image has nothing to do with how our bodies look, but everything to do with how we look at our bodies.
My own sister trying to downgrade me haha. Shut the fuck up, you are the one who has 2 kids from a guy with felon that was sent to jail for attempted murder. Thus, Now you have no life. So stop trying to be “superior” to me cuz you arn’t.
Me having a conversation with a friend about Childhood shows. I happen to bring up the very last episode made of Tom and Jerry, they commit suicide together.
“You have destroyed my whole life and childhood with one sentence.” -Him
"HAHA GOOD! Farewell childhood! and then your childhood whispers… ‘see ya, nerd.’ " -Me
lol!!!! VAGINA LIPS ARE NO MATCH