SuperNovaChic

Those people who seem to have one mission in life, to take others down when they feel good about themselves.
They are always pointing out other people's flaws or weaknesses.
It's like they feel the need to be the living embodiment of all your negative thoughts and feelings.
Those kinds of people zap all the joy and excitement out of other people and inject them with self-doubt and insecurity.
You can list all of your accomplishments and with just few well chosen words, they can make you feel insignificant.
I'm pretty sure it is impossible to ignore them, even if you have super strong armor, their words can still leak in.

Why can't these people see what they do to others? Don't they know how bad their words can hurt?
Everyone is facing some type of struggle, so say something nice, or nothing at all!

When everyone else around you is all merry and cheerful, and then there's you sitting in the corner and hissing.

Fake friends/friendships are just like cardboard cut-outs, no real importance and fall apart easily.
That doesn't mean you can't miss them.

We are souls of canvass, of abstract portraits depicting our greatest fears, our most beloved memories, our hopes, fears, and ambitions. We paint our existence, we paint our lives with each stroke of convicted strength, of each falter, each failure, and with every step we take. It is an art to live, it is a splash of color amongst a sea of white. It takes creativity. It takes perception. It takes a willing heart to lay out your opportunities and paint the portraits of our lives with the colors of your dreams. We are not immovable, we are not afraid to dash the lines, to shatter what is benevolent to make it stronger and wiser than the latter. We are not afraid to become contrasted to our world, to tear away the subject and transform it into a lucrative masterpiece, where the sunrise can walk alongside the stars. Our knowledge is infinite when demanding of an adventurous spirit, it is as limitless as the innermost confines of our hearts and minds. To win over art is to mold your life into a canvass. You are a stunning work of art, the most beautiful creation known to exist. You are imperfect in your lines, you are a masterpiece created out of love, out of ambition, out of hopes and dreams. You replicate the all the good in this world, the horizons in your eyes leave the skies robbed of their most stunning sunsets, and the soul filled with the most calming sunrise. You are as inimitable as the contours of your hands, and as matchless as the greatest symphonies. You are a work of art.

Mom: I have glue on my hand. Now everything will get stuck.
Me: Don't stereotype glue, rac!st sister.