Holy FML.

Recently I just feel like nothing's good enough. I'm not pretty
enough, thin enough, happy enough, calm enough, curvy enough, likeable
enough... Even girly enough. I don't know what's happening. I'm
stressed out, I wanna cut, and I'm choleric. And everyone chalks it up
to the fact that I'm just fickle. I'm just Michka. The one who makes a
big deal of everything. But no one realizes how scary this all is. My
world is going belly-up, and I see nothing I can do to make it right.
It's as if I have no control over my life. No control over my
feelings. No control over anything, and it worries me. I'm terrified
of the me I don't know. I think she's out to get me.

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Love Me. Hate Me. Read All About Me.
http://imnotasuper-model.blogspot.com/

My Life is Just One Big Burrito

They sat there as I wept,
Obviously seeing why I was crying,
But ultimately not knowing why.
My burrito had reached maximum capacity
And was now falling to pieces.
What had been a small tear in its tortilla
Had grown into something as wide as the night sky.
They sat there in silence not understanding
That as I looked into that busted burrito,
I saw my life.


(True Story... Damn those Chipotle people)

IDK

You make me wanna die.
I'll never be good enough.
-The Pretty Reckless

Why must things be constantly picked at? Why can't you take my apology
at face value? Why can't you see that I really am, and that every word
after that makes me hate myself even more? I'm so broken that I can't
think. You ask me to give you a reason for my feelings. I cannot. I
will not lie to myself. There is no reason behind emotion. I get that
I'm wrong. I will change. But I'll never be good enough.

I am a mess. I'm frustrated and exhausted, and I'm sorry. For
everything. I'm not trying to make you drop anything. So please keep
telling me all the billion things I do wrong. Seriously. At some point
I've gotta learn to accept it.

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Love Me. Hate Me. Read All About Me.
http://imnotasuper-model.blogspot.com/