{My Heart Unlock}

I had an exceedingly fetid day and it’s definitely a no good to remember chronicle. I was lured to commit something irrational and, at the same time, the present victim of agony. I, as a being who has this endearing personality, rarely illustrate my provocation against someone who, merely trampled on my rights as an individual. I have the reason to declare matters and also have the right to not do so.

Overwhelmingly generous. I feel like trashing that persona away and begin to establish a more typical and tough attitude. It wasn’t that bothersome at first but as time goes by, people assumed that it’s utterly fine with me when on earth they feel like emitting tainted remarks in front of my face. I abhor it whenever the laypeople take me for granted. I find it iniquitous because there are certain scenarios where they humiliate me and I can’t fight back since I’m too anxious to harm them. I value them, whole-heartedly that is why, I avoid being caught up in the middle of the taboo scene brawling against their dingy mouths.

The sort of character I positively want to seize is that of someone who is tough and can guard herself from the fangs of those lethal backstabbing beings-none other than the humans, itself. I fancy having tons of acquaintances but having them hate me is, likewise, difficult for my part- especially when I can’t scuffle back to those abhorrers. It’s my temperament to pretend to smile whenever I’m engrossed into my chaotic, depression-filled world.

Speaking of depression, I have it. I contain its symptoms within myself. You would never ever imagine that someone like me, a Christian, would think of committing suicide just because of a temporary, vicious peer crisis. I may wear a seraphs smile but what lies inside me is a rotten person. I was too much absorbed in imagining things on how to please them and such, but never did I consider myself for once. Yes, I had hurt myself with punches, slaps and rigid torments. I was obscure. That is why, I’m eager to put up this strong character to demolish this belittling sensation that I feel inside of me. Yet, with the urge to change, I’d dare not to disregard my previous persona-the one that I had loved the most.

{My Heart Unlock}

I had an exceedingly fetid day and it’s definitely a no good to remember chronicle. I was lured to commit something irrational and, at the same time, the present victim of agony. I, as a being who has this endearing personality, rarely illustrate my provocation against someone who, merely trampled on my rights as an individual. I have the reason to declare matters and also have the right to not do so.

Overwhelmingly generous. I feel like trashing that persona away and begin to establish a more typical and tough attitude. It wasn’t that bothersome at first but as time goes by, people assumed that it’s utterly fine with me when on earth they feel like emitting tainted remarks in front of my face. I abhor it whenever the laypeople take me for granted. I find it iniquitous because there are certain scenarios where they humiliate me and I can’t fight back since I’m too anxious to harm them. I value them, whole-heartedly that is why, I avoid being caught up in the middle of the taboo scene brawling against their dingy mouths.

The sort of character I positively want to seize is that of someone who is tough and can guard herself from the fangs of those lethal backstabbing beings-none other than the humans, itself. I fancy having tons of acquaintances but having them hate me is, likewise, difficult for my part- especially when I can’t scuffle back to those abhorrers. It’s my temperament to pretend to smile whenever I’m engrossed into my chaotic, depression-filled world.

Speaking of depression, I have it. I contain its symptoms within myself. You would never ever imagine that someone like me, a Christian, would think of committing suicide just because of a temporary, vicious peer crisis. I may wear a seraphs smile but what lies inside me is a rotten person. I was too much absorbed in imagining things on how to please them and such, but never did I consider myself for once. Yes, I had hurt myself with punches, slaps and rigid torments. I was obscure. That is why, I’m eager to put up this strong character to demolish this belittling sensation that I feel inside of me. Yet, with the urge to change, I’d dare not to disregard my previous persona-the one that I had loved the most.