Free Spirit

kim kardashian

she looks really miserable.

nobody knows the real me, nobody knows how many times ive sat in my room and cried, how many times ive lost hope, how many times ive been let down, nobody knows how many times ive had to hold back the tears, how many times ive felt like im about to snap but dont just for the sake of others, nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head whenever im sad, how horrible they truly are, nobody knows me. (9:10am)

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We’re walking around with these glossy eyes. “im just tired” we say. But you know what? It’s bullshit. Yes, we are tried, but it’s not all from lack of sleep. We are tired of waking up to nothing to look forward to, tired of going to bed exhausted after doing a million things we find no enjoyment doing. We’re tired of this void, this emptiness that looms over us even though our days are packed. We’re tired of the lonliness that passes down on us even though we’re surrounded by dozens of people. So why can’t we just say it? Humans are affraid to look in eachothers eyes and say “I’m unhappy, i am broken, i am hopeless and fallible.” We’ve been conditioned to associate pain, with weakness, sandess, coldness, lonliness with unworthiness, difference with disease, as if these feelings are contagious, as if ambivalence is something not to be felt but to be feared. well i say screw all of that. screw forced smiles and polite hand shakes and I’m fine thankyou’s. Screw the fear of crying in public places, screw the fake chipper voice, screw the lies that we spit out to cover up our probems. We are humans, we are meant to feel. To feel everything and to feel it openly. We are not mental- we are flesh and bone. Our boiled blood courses through our cold, clammy hands. We are intricate and beautiful and we should never hide our human parts, because if we do, then whats left to show? (9:09am)