I don’t love myself!!

Do you think?

God gets sad when we say,
“I don’t love myself!! 😐 ”

God must be like..

“What do you mean you don’t love yourself,
I worked so hard on you! ”

~ Love yourself, you’re beautiful. ❤

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Misinterpreted Silence

Everyone was smiling
and
even did He.

Seeing him smile, They asked,
‘How is She?’

He stood in silence
with the smile slowly fading away.

With a thought that He is reserved about Her,
they all chuckled and walked away.

And on another day,
a silence was misinterpreted. 😐

Short Story

Here’s a short story,

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face she inquired, “How heavy is this glass of water?” The answer called out ranged from 8 oz to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, its not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”
She continued, “The stress and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them for a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.” Always remember to put the glass down.

Don’t play a war in your mind, just let it go. 😉

Waiting for an End

It’s sad
that some people
aren’t waiting for their
Happy Ending anymore.

They’re just
waiting for
The End.

She and He

She…
She’s laying on bed with her iPod on full blast.
The door is locked, and the curtains are drawn.
On the TV screen is The Notebook.
An empty tub of her favorite Ice-cream lies on the floor.
Smudged with makeup, her fingertips are stained
from wiping away her mascara and eye liner stained tears.
Their last conversation plays in her head.
She thinks to herself, that she’ll never get him back.

He…
He’s on the edge of his bed, the doors locked.
His room is pitch black from the absence of lights.
Black Ops is in its box and the controller is on the floor.
There’s a hole in the wall from when he punched it earlier.
His headphones are about to burst from how loud the music is.
No one can hear his sobs or see how messy his hair is.
He is replaying their last conversation, thinking,
she’ll never take him back.

Hard to Perceive

Depressed isn’t always
that person who’s crying
in the bathroom
or the person who is always
wearing long sleeves.

It isn’t always suicide notes
and pill bottles.

Sometimes its the person
who is always helpful
and the person who you always
borrow things from.

Depression isn’t always that
easy to notice.. 😐