Hey :) It's been a long time since I posted on here, due to my laptop getting a virus and the weebly app being awful. I missed this.
I always thought I needed to urgently write out how I felt on here whenever I felt some major emotion, whether it be happiness or loneliness, because I thought I needed to remember how to feel those intense emotions. In reflection, I don't feel the emotions I felt when writing these entries, which makes me feel like I should be worried because it's dulling who I really am in those moments. But then I realized that those moments are not me in their entirety. I'm never always passionate and I'm never always moderate, I'm a mix. I'm a mix of everything and everyone, and I don't need to define myself by the most appealing traits because I am all of them in some way, which is okay. I don't need to have an opinion on everything and I don't need to be neutral either. Sometimes I'll be those things, but not always. I'm not only the me who cries at 2 am. I'm not who I am in desperate moments. And it's okay to have off days and to spend a couple in bed, healing. I'm everything. I'm the stars and the moon and the ground and the beautiful flowers and the beautiful weeds and the countries I've never even been to. The factions of my personality are not as separate as I thought. They're blurred at the edges, and white hot in the middle. I like that. ~Margo
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I may not be the girl who is always in good company alone
But I am the woman who tucks herself into bed each night when I'm blinded by lack. I may not be the girl who always takes chances But I am the women who has faced her fears everyday since the sun stopped opening her eyes. I may not be the girl who knows karma will avenge her But I am the woman who knows what's important in the grand scheme she'll never figure out. I may not be the girl who always stands up for herself But I am the woman who counts her self worth in what she loves. I may not be who you think I am. But I am me. Whether I like it or not. ~Margo My family tells me to be myself
My friends tell me to find myself Society tells me to judge myself My bullies tell me to hate myself. And all this they say as if I don't know myself. How are they so sure The girl they know Is not who I am? ~Margo |
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