secrets_of_a_broken_girl

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I am a mess.
Hi I'm Victoria.  In my spare time I like to insult myself and listen to depressing music when I'm already sad as fuck. All my quotes
are vents. This is my confessions account.

 

Quotes by secrets_of_a_broken_girl

 






You said you would never leave.
Funny because you did.




 

 






Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by that one person you thought would never hurt you.



 

 






I'm a hyprocite.


I tell my friends they have to eat when I don't.
I tell them they shouldn't listen to what others say when I do.
I tell them they shouldn't cut when I do.
I tell them life is worth living when I've considered suicide.
I tell them to be happy when I'm battling depression.
I tell them I'll never leave when I know I'm going to.





 

 






I wish I was the kind of girl who could get a hundred likes on her facebook photos.
I wish I was the kind of girl who got comments like,
"Stunning!", "Beautiful!" or "Gorgeous!" oh her photos.
I wish I was the kind of girl who could wear a bikini and be proud of my body.
I wish I was the kind of girl that guys stare at - the people look at and say,
"Damn, she's beautiful."
I wish I was the kind of girl that other girls want to be.
I wish I was the kind of girl who doesn't need any make up to feel beautiful.
I wish I was the kind of girl who could roll out of bed in the morning,
take a photo and still look gorgeous.
I wish I could look good in anything, and know it.
I wish I was the kind of girl that people call beautiful.


They tell you to be yourself, but it's just so hard when you don't even love yourself.
They tell you to be happy with who you are, but how can you,
when everyone else around you is so much better?





 

 






I think happiness

hates me.




 

 




You smile but you're not really happy.
You ask but you don't want to know.
You talk but you aren't saying anything.
You laugh but you don't find it funny.
You cry but it doesn't really mean anything.
You get up but you're not really awake.
You sleep but you aren't resting.
You're alive but you aren't really living.




 

 




I just don't know if I want to do it anymore..;

Get close to somebody so they can leave again.




 

 




It's amazing what a smile can hide.



 

 




I don't talk to people sometimes.
To see if they miss me.

They don't.




 

 

I'm just tired.

I'm tired of waking up everyday, seeing the same people, it's getting old.

I'm tired of waking up alone and cold. Pushing myself to get out of bed.

"I'm just tired." That's my excuse.