Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.

to you.

If you think this about you we already have a creeping problem. As your eyes scan this page with curiosity searching for clues to justify why this could possibly relate to your life and your inner being. But no this isn't about you. Or the way that your heart breaks every time you look at your phone. Because you know that if you unlock your screen,you will see the all to familiar delivered sign on all your messages. The way you slowly put your phone down and slyly push the power button and continue on for a few minutes feeling slightly uneasy and overwhelmingly unhappy. As the world ignores you you can't help but to pay attention to all of the ugly nasty  things that make you, you.  Who are you to make yourself into a pile of nothingness. Who are you to decide your unworthy. You are the world, the Galaxy, the universe, and all you think is you are a grain of sand. You are made from the atoms of decomposed stars. Why are you hating yourself. Why do you think your life is any less valuable then everyone else's. Fuck that girl that broke your heart. Fuck that boy that left when you were hoping he was the one. And fuck you for getting so caught up on the world's devastating veiw of YOU. You are amazing