Hey, Insecurities

There's always someone more beautiful. And someone nicer. And someone smarter. And someone more and -er. 

Then what?

It's not like I'm doing these killing me softly 'thoughts' constantly. But often is arguable enough, isn't it?

Maybe all we want is to be someone else, nah, not else, but someone better. Someone who can accept all the flaws we've got and maybe not thinking much about it. But those days, those days where you find yourself contemplate on your flaws will always find its way back to you. So to whom are you lying to? Yourself? Or the world?

I learnt that sometimes, telling yourself that you're beautiful inside and outside didn't seem so wrong. There's always a gem in those silly bodies. There's always a sweet smile behind those curly lips. And there's always a beautiful soul, beneath those dying corpse of yours.

Trying to be grateful because love won't be there if you're not doing it.