I cried so hard. There have been many points in my life in which I’ve felt like committing suicide, once even attempted it. Why? Because of the mean girls, the racists, the bullies, the people that told me I would never be good enough, the loss of my loved ones, the reality of responsibility, the bad days that felt like they’d never get better, and over everything because of myself and my outlook of me.
I cried because I understand these people’s pain, maybe not to the same extent, but enough in that I wish I could have been there to reach out and save every single one. There is so much in life to live for, there are good days and there are bad days, there are natural disasters and there are green majestic mountains, there will always be the bad with the good.
No one is perfect and no one will ever be perfect. We are all individuals for a reason, we are each special and unique, we each have our own genetic make up and our own thoughts & feelings. We are supposed to be different from each other.
So please, think before you say something that could potentially be hurtful. You may not mean it to be, but if you think about what you are going to say, and there is a possibility that it could be misconstrued, just don’t say it. The saying “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me” is the farthest from truth. Words hurt more, cut deeper, and last longer. We all belong here, we all hurt, and we all must strive to be better people and stop hurting one another.
(Source: hausofdavid, via emptyeyez)
