Acting Is A Work Of Art
I act like I don't care. But inside, I swear, I'm dying..
I'm a 14-year-old Danish girl. Popular, smart, pretty, funny and smiling. But it's all about keeping a facade................. I'm anorexic, bulimic and own a very low selfesteem. I need some space. I need to express how I feel. I don't care if you like my poems and thoughts. I will post as many as I like. -'Cause life's a bitch and you're one too. Kik: georgie_fab
I act like I don't care. But inside, I swear, I'm dying..
I sacrifice. I sacrifice for the sake of others well being. I do not join without being invited. I do not seek affection. I wait till it finds me, I'm still waiting..
Amazing how one little thing can change your day. That guy on chatroulette who is dancing in a silly costume that makes you laugh. That one guy who tells you that you are fat when you sit on his lap.
You look wonderful in that dress, they say. Yes. I do feel wonderful. But when I look in the mirror, sneak a glance at my reflection in a window.
They think I run to be skinny. They think I run because I'm scared of what's behind me. They think I run because I want to be free. And mostly they are right. I run to forget that I'm hungry.
I live inside a mask. A mask that is smiling. It is freshly painted and beautiful. But on the inside. It is crumbling. Rubble falls down and I flee to not be broken. I cannot get out.
I am hanging from a thin rope. I know it could break any second. But as I try to pull myself up. Things latch on to my shoulders and feet, pulling me down.
I flee the commotion. Refuse confrontation. And I run, Without hesitation..
I try to think of a fond memory, of me, of us. That night were we camped on a field. Lay all night talking, holding hands and watching my vanilla scented light burn down.
When you tell her. "I'm better at keeping my facade than others." She answers, "Well, I'm your bestfriend.
You first know what you've got till you're missing it alot. You've thrown it away like garbage, like something unworthy of you. And suddenly your bestfriend falls in love with it.
Reality is an expression. Freedom is an illusion. "Me" is nothing without you..
Have you ever been inside the 'it-girls' head.
The truth is I love food. I love to cook and bake. I love to double-cream and cake. But never more than half a plate. Always say "I already ate". Actually it's because I'm starving my self.
They think you hate them. But actually, you hate yourself. They think they know you. But they don't know them self. They think that you're a bitch. But they don't know what I've been through..