Thursday, October 4, 2012

Who says you're not perfect?

I was planning to write about my Norway trip a little bit more, but I got inspired by one of my friends blog (Click ). She was writing about loving yourself and stuff like that. There was also one other text which was so ispirational (Click). And oh, those blogs just hit me. Sometimes good texts make you think and revalue your own thoughts.

Like that larissa wrote, it's really hard to love yourself. It's one of the most important things in your life, but it's also one of the hardest. I know, I'm good person and many people care about me. There are so many people who make me happy.
But loving yourself and happiness shouldn't come from another person. It should come from yourself. You can't be truly happy if you don't know how to be with yourself. And it's so hard. I try not to care what other people think, but of course it feels good if someone tells you that you are beautiful. And of course it hurts if someone tells that you are bad person.

There are some people who can hurt me so much. They know so much about me, they know my weak spots. I hope they'll never hurt me. But there are alson some people who can hurt me by telling lies It's almost funnny how someone's words can hurt even though you know they are just lies. You know that his/her words aren't true, but it hurts to know that someone thinks about you that way.
For exsample. I know that it's okay to see a therapist, there isn't anything weird about it. But there are some people who think that you are crazy if you see a therapist. You are bad person just because of it. You shouldn't be living normal life, you should be locked in the hospital. No one takes you seriously, because they think you're insane. It hurts so hear someone say bad things about yourself. It makes it so diffucult to love yourself.
I'm one of the lucky ones, who has been able to find people who doesn't think like that. I have been able to tell those people to fuck off, I have lovely friends who support me. Even if they don't always understand my problems, they never left. They never thought that I'm crazy. Or if they did, they didn't say it to me.


I know there are people who make me feel bad, so I have decided to avoid them. I don't need assholes in my life.

Love,
Ambivalent

1 comment:

  1. I see a therapist. ...and she's a hot redhead who also won't let me sleep with her, lol. *sighs dreamily*

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