Heather47570

Don't you know not to mess with a teenager? They try to juggle  school    life      future        friends          hopes            dreams  more than you do. They have to do everything right or you will cricise them.                    Just like everyone else. How can you stand there, and yell at her, when she can't handle what's already been given to her? Why are'nt you trying to help her?

I am skinny, no matter what you say. You can't tell me I'm fat. That's a lie. I probably weigh less than you, hypocrite. I know I'm skinny, by the number on the scale, and the words of everyone but you. Leave me alone. You've called me that despicable word, for years. I used to believe you. Now, you just make me angry. Now i think of my options. Don't eat anything.    Purge.       Cry. But I will do none of them, fore they only hurt me. They're just like you. You call me your daughter, but we're nothing alike. Aren't you supposed to love your mother? isn't you mother supposed to (at least) act like she loves you?

You can call me what ever you wish, it won't change me. Say i'm a horrible person. Call me a liar. A cheater. A prostitute. A murderer. A poison to you're very being. Call me a good person, that doesn't make it true.

     Happiness is a certain kind of courage. Don't believe me? It takes bravery to lift your chin up so that your eyes move away from the floor even though you might see something ugly. It takes courage to love and allow yourself to be loved because people might end up hurting you. And it takes courage to wake up every morning even though anything could happen between then and the next morning. But chances at happiness are only found if we do those things because we might glance up in time to see something beautiful, we might learn how great it feels to love, and a miracle might even happen between the span of one morning to the next.