Originally Posted by BiWiccanAndProud
I try to see myself as others do but... no matter what I do I think everyone is over exageratting. I can easily find the beauty in things others don't... everyone says I'm to nice cause I will stand up for almost anybody and help anyone with their problems. I think I'm too nice myself.
The thing is... I've been picked on my entire life... and so when I look in the mirror at the end of the day... I almost never see the good things about myself that people say are there. That I'm smart, creative, an artist... beautiful. I don't see any of that. My mind rushes back to all the negative stuff said to me that day and even stuff said years ago an that will over run everything. I see a dumb, self centered, annoying, over talkative, too hyper, fat, too loud person. After a while of sitting there I'll smile cause all the good stuff will come and push all the bad back. I'll think of my picture I'm painting in art class, how well my book is going, think of the compliments my bf gives me, I'll think of Mrs.Huston who tells me I'm the smartest in my english class. But none the less I see all the bad before I see the good.
I smile all day to keep every emotion back and let it out when I get home in verious different ways. Sometimes I'll get home at the end of the day and just lay down and cry... no one knows just how much I do that. Sometimes I sit down and I'll release every emotion through writting poetry and meditate. Sometimes I'll go to my bf and cry on his shoulder and him holding me chases everything away. And every once and a while I'll go into my room and hurl things across my room and scream in a pillow.
As for my boyfriend, I love him so much and he's the only thing besides my writting that keeps me sane. He's talked about wanting to marry me and that alone raises my self esteem. Just knowing that someone needs me as much as he does... knowing that someone really does love me (I've had some pretty bad relationships).
lol wow does anyone else think I sound emo? Sorry... I tend to let the writter in me out when I release my emotions... I guess that's what using poetry as an escape route gets me huh? Some of that was probably even pointless to the conversation... I just needed to say it.