Cat Collins xo

You can’t turn the misery off because you think you deserve it. Surely, you deserve to fucking suffer. Look at you. Everyone’s thinking it and yet no one’s thinking about you at all. You want to disappear, but you’re already invisible.

So why not do whatever the fuck you want? If no one cares then why should you? 

The world is a hall of mirrors. We’re tiny prisms all reflecting off of each other. The bullshit, the things we hate about ourselves glaring back at us hurting our eyes. But also the beauty and the gentle light. We’re all a part of the same thing. Some people are so unhappy with themselves everywhere they look there’s ugliness. It’s a reflection of the parts of them they fear are ugly, much too ugly to behold. Sometimes you are this unhappy with yourself too. Sometimes you hate everything and so what does that say about what you think of yourself? You want to believe there is more good in the world than bad, but you waste time hating yourself. Why do you suffer like you are indebted to misery? What has it ever paid for you? Why do you feel like you owe it your pain?