"There are days when there is nothing beautiful about me. Days when my thoughts are so heavy I can’t lift my head up. There are days when it feels like every last ounce of courage I had is gone. Disappeared. Vanished into thin air and I am left like a ghost looking at the corpse of the person I once was. Days like that leave me a little bit lost, I come out of them in a hellish sort of hangover. There are days when there is nothing beautiful about me. That doesn’t mean there aren’t good days though, days when I can look past everything that happened, and see only good things in this world. I refuse to stop seeing the good just because I’ve felt the bad. I’ve met the bad, I’ve had the bad whisper romantic things in my ears, and kiss me. There were days when the bad and I were so close I couldn’t tell which one I was anymore. There are days when there is nothing beautiful about me, but I am just as lovable on those days as I am on the good ones."
- laceerainspoetry , Will You Hold Me Tight On The Days I’m Not Beautiful? (via wnq-writers)
