Who's worth the Pity?

Do you know the feeling that sometimes, some people tells you that

you cannot do this and that, you don’t posses any qualities and you’re just this?blah..blah

Some people could be pretty unfair right? They don’t give you the chance. They all think that they are above you.
And they could almost convince you that they were right. They keep on underestimating you. But you don’t have to sit back and watch your world fall apart, you shouldn’t pity yourself.

You are not the one worth the pity, it was them.

because.. they only see with their own eyes and couldn’t even look from what’s beyond it.

Diary of a Young Girl

I never thought I’d live in such an incredibly selfish world. Where people think that everyone is only in it for their selfish needs.
I just… I’ve had one hell of a night. and I’m ready to sleep it off and start off tomorrow with the same attitude I started today on, the same attitude that one of my idols Anne Frank had. And maybe I’m naive, maybe I am just trying to instill hope that there is still a chance for us humans, but I won’t let anyone tell me otherwise.

I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

-Anne Frank

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Sometimes some things hurt...alot

Sometimes some things hurt… alot

“I’m boiling with rage, and yet I mustn’t show it. I’d like to stamp my feet, scream, give them a good shaking, cry, and I don’t know what else, because of the horrible words, mocking looks, and accusations which are leveled at me repeatedly every day, and find their mark, like shafts from a tightly strung bow, and which are just as hard to draw from my body. 
But I can’t do that, they mustn’t know my despair, I can’t let them see the wounds which they have caused, I couldn’t bear their sympathy and their kindhearted jokes, it would only make me want to scream all the more. If I talk, everyone thinks I’m showing off; when I’m silent they think I’m ridiculous; rude if I answer, sly if I get a good idea, lazy if I’m tired, selfish if I eat a mouthful more than I should, stupid, cowardly, crafty, etc., etc. 

The whole day long I hear nothing else but that I am an insufferable baby, and although I laugh about it and pretend not to take any notice, I do mind. I would like to ask God to give me a different nature, so that I didn’t put everyone’s back up. But that can’t be done. I’ve got the nature that has been given to me and I’m sure it can’t be bad. I do my very best to please everybody, far more than they’d ever guess.
 I try to laugh it all off, because I don’t want to let them see my trouble. It is impossible for me to be all sugar one day and spit venom the next. I’d rather choose the golden mean (which is not so golden), keep my thoughts to myself, and try for once to be just as disdainful to them as they are to me. Oh, if only I could!”

— The Diary of a Young Girl